I wrote this in response to Coraline...

You think you fooled me
with your plates of soft eggs
and toast loaded with butter
and your promises of a new world every morning...

Yes, the cat could talk
but of nothing save its own ego
And yes, the toys could dance
but most of them just scurried under the bed anyways

It was something about those black button eyes
and your craving for crackling beetle snacks
Left a bad taste in my mouth
Made me see, you were really my "other" mother

When I wasn't looking
your doll mouth was salivating
and your long strangely manicured nails, clack-clacking
As you regarded me as your next little snack

But it won't be long now
For I have my three Soul marbles
and my secret magic stone
My hands are encircling the cage you gave my parents
And now, dear mother, I know your tricks, and have met the ones you think you own

I'm nearly ready now
to go through the door, through the glittering cold hallway door
Forever and evermore

bravo.