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The Ballerina in the Box
04:01 Jul 12 2010
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"Wind me up, ma cherie" she whispered

I heard her from my little bed

The ballerina in the box

I heard just what she said



"Make me whirl and twirl" she whispered

Into the cool night sky

The ballerina in the box

Cross my heart and hope to die



My mother doesn't think she's real

In her black tutu and plastic skin

The ballerina in the box

Smiles coldly as she starts to spin



"Look at my lovely ribbons, petite"

I stare as she dances around

The ballerina in the box

In lace and laces she's bound.



"Make your own red ribbons" she sighed

As I looked at the shards of glass

The ballerina in the box

Danced on her green plastic grass.



My father thinks I've lost my mind

When I cut my skin to shreds

But the ballerina in the box

Needed to be fed.



The tinny music played and she danced

Down into my little bed

And the ballerina from the box

Lapped daintily from where I bled.



Her alabaster skin is flushed

While mine has become quite pale

The ballerina in the box just smiles

Her rouged lips become my jail.



My parents have become aghast

The music seems to bellow

For the ballerina in the box is alive

And I've become the dead fellow.