67–Dollhouse

[Write a poem or short story from the viewpoint of someone living in a dollhouse.]

            Cramped

            Scary

            Trapped

            Weary.

            This dollhouse so small

            How am I in it?

            I’ve the urge to bawl

            I almost don’t fit.

            The rooms don’t offer space

            My claustrophobia flares

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            I beg the gods for grace

            My mind needs repairs.

            All my limbs are restricted

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            I can’t feel my feet

            My senses so wicked

            I only feel defeat.

            I’ll probably never escape

            But what put me in here?

            Definitely a ton of disgrace

            How dare they break the Code of Musketeer.

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