You’re not on stage with your rictus grin
or safe in your box and the darkness within,
and no familiar hand is shoved into your head.

With an audience like this you’re better off dead –
but you’re not even alive, you dummy,
and today’s woodwork class doesn’t think you’re funny.

With their chisels, hammers and sharp-toothed saws,
eager to find out what you’ve got in your drawers,
their lips aren’t moving so who’s that screaming?

Kim M. Russell, 8th April 2019

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My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Poems in April Day 8: Riddikulus!

Rommy’s challenge is to revisit our childhood fears – with a twist. She wants us to write new poems about situations that would scare whoever it was we were sacred of.

Her example: if you were scared of clowns, imagine one being terrified when they ended up at an insurance seminar instead of one of their usual haunts.

24 thoughts on “Dummy

  1. This made me giggle, girl. 🙂

    But then at the end, with mention of all those tools, it reminded me of movies like Hostel, where young girls and guys are abducted, strapped down, and then tortured/cut up and such.

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