The Broken Doll

On hearing

A door creak

In her sleep,

She woke up


Tip- toeing

She walked

Around the house.

Holding her breadth

She asked

The silent walls,

“Who’s there?”

No one,

She observed.

As she turned around,

The door behind her

Creaked open again.

She saw her broken doll

Rocking itself on a chair.

In response to Daily Prompts- Abrupt, Observe

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