Play Things

Dead was the child when finally they found her
Slit was her throat when they lifted her out
Out from the well so dark filled with water
Where he had left her to die with no chances
Alive still she was when he closed her in
Breathes barely entering her water filled lungs
Silent screams she tried hard to send to them
Small children playing excitedly in the park
Not knowing her death was under their feet
He’s dangerous and watching their playfulness
Deciding each death he will give to them
A puppy so young lost to be found
Some candy for sweet teeth to be tasted of
A shiny new dolly for her to hold
A gift they can have for short moments of life
Till they Finally find her dead under their feet