Wax Horrors

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She was Barbie. He was Ken.
She stood there tall and straight, always smiling, always the same.
Ken had a dark secret he hid from Barbie.
He’d stalk the night looking for prey, only to return to create an abomination.
He liked Barbies ever since his first, he’d always dunk them head first.
He lured them in with false pretence.
With a smile, very sleek.
Once in his house of horrors, where he’d strike.
With a mad hatter’s vibe and Frankenstein’s lunacy.
In his house of wax. In this false body

~ Jess Bagnall