Mary Kellis

Mary Kellis

THE MANNEQUIN

I'm still trying to make sense of why you took the mannequin from the store that day
You told me you were going to use it for some kind of joke
I suspected nothing, thinking it was for fun and play
Little did I know its purpose was not a joke.

Following you home, curiosity getting the best of me
Looking through your window, you come into your living room
I kneel down and hide in the bushes as someone passes by me
A pretty young girl at your door her face solemn with gloom.

Knowing you two will argue, I start to walk away
All of the sudden, to my surprise, I see you leave
When I didn't see the girl follow, I could not turn away
Curiosity taking hold, I go into the house not knowing what I expected to achieve.

You keep a very neat and tidy place
Walking from the living room to the bed room
I see what I think is the mannequin lying on the bed, but with a different face
All of a sudden I feel an overwhelming doom.

Walking to the edge of the bed, I can't believe my eyes
What I thought was a mannequin is the pretty girl that came to see you
Lifeless, cold, and not moving - it is a body you see
Looking at you I have in my mind a thousand whys.

TALENTED HANDS

Once, being a concert pianist, an accident took the use of my hands
Having to remorsefully admit to myself again I would again never play
The devastating accident was not in my plans
I wish that awful accident had been a dream that day.

With my expertise I can be a teacher of music and notes
My first pupil was a very nice talented young man
He plays so well and never misses a note
Oh if only I had his musically talented hands.

The more I taught him, the more about his life I began to know
No family, no friends, he would never be missed
The next move I make got this in hell I will surely burn very very slow
I am so nice to him as to my real intentions he is blind,
he has no idea I'm really his foe.

I put it in his drink he suspects nothing you see
He finally falls over never to awaken again
Now I can decapitate his hands and use them for me
If I use his hands I will play again.

All alone I sit here masterminding my plan
I hear little taps going across the floor
All of a sudden what I feel around my throat feels like hands
I gasp for air as if there were no more.

Contact Mary Kellis