• I sit on the shelf with my black and white dress,

    I look around and see all the best,

    Prettier dolls dressed in gold, red, and green,

    Jewels to compare to this black and white thing,

    My flats have a scuff and my face painted white,

    With lipstick so black it would blot out the night,

    Dark circles of gray and red 'round my eyes,

    That glow ever greener than the forest that cries,

    I sit there so quiet up high by myself,

    The others won't sit next to me on this shelf,

    So dirty and dusty and stuffed in the back,

    My only friends are a button and tack,

    But wait! There's the bell hooked on the front door.

    The thickest of fog rolls over the floor.

    A man walking in with a cape and a smile,

    The first person to look my way in a while,

    His eyes glowing red and his black buttoned shirt,

    And buttons that match the ones on my skirt,

    He drifts past the clerk with his eyes right on me.

    He opens the glass so that he can see,

    A doll sitting there so lonely and bleak,

    My pin-cushion heart is beginning to beat,

    He pulls me to him and my green eyes do glow,

    He starts to dance and my stitched smile grows,

    My feet both wake up and my fingers do lace,

    Cling to his chest as he kisses my face,

    The clerk shakes his head and takes off my tag,

    All the happiness gone, just a doll face so sad,

    But the man throws some bills and laughs, what a voice!

    "To think that you ever had such a choice!"

    He perks me right up and then takes my hand,

    Steadies my balance as best as he can,

    "You're free, little doll." He says in my ear,

    He reaches behind and winds up my gear,

    My body alive I lock arm in arm,

    To face a new world and not to fear harm,

    A corpse painted doll and a demon in red,

    I giggle as he plants a kiss on my head,

    The crowds will all tell of the horrors they saw,

    When a demon came in for that unwanted doll,