The Doll
There once was a girl
Who needed nothing, had everything
but just once, wanted Something: A Doll.
Every day, she dreamed of ribbons and dresses
for her baby doll.
Mother and Father
Couldn't give her the Doll she wanted.
But she had another option: him...
She batted her eyes
And pouted her lips
And before long, she had it: the Doll.
It wasn't just any doll, though.
It came with soft, pink skin
And big brown eyes, that looked just like the little girl's.
It was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen.
Soon, the world faded.
She was caught in a bubble
She left her lover
And it was just her and her baby doll.
Years passed...
The Doll and her Mother lived on
They lived on a rose petal street
Feathers at their feet
The world had never felt so...complete
It was exactly like the Mother dreamed.
The Doll never dreamed.
She was happy to just...be.
Then one day, came a knock at the door.
The Mother opened it.
She tasted the ruby apple offered to her.
It was the sweetest thing she'd ever seen.
The juice flowed from her hands, it tasted like wine.
It was glowing, like the setting sun had crystallised.
She could see her future, full of passion and excitement and love
She took it, she had to have it.
The doll trailed along, in its mother's arms.
They stepped into a charming suburban home.
The doll got its own room, it stayed there.
The mother had forgotten all about it.
Years passed... Then, one day,
the Mother remembered her poor doll.
She opened the closet door...
And it was there, but something wasn't right.
The doll was covered in dust
And a small spot of blood.
The mother never noticed it.
The doll went into a cardboard box
On the back of a garbage truck
And was never seen again...
my favourite poem I've ever written,
please take good care of her 🥹...
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