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Standing with a slight slant

The head seemed to be just right

Collared shirt and neck tie presentable to who

A smile stretched across his face

With puppet strings holding each side up

My head fills with images of old horror films

Creatures told me to severed limbs

On top of me headless torsos

Demon light tones tip toe around

My comatose body

Disturbing tremors

Creep underneath my skin

Just remember the narrators there for advice

My eyes burn from the salt that was put there

Burnt my comatose my eyes now burn

Burn from the salt