Broken Doll

"Hi Doll!"

He's been calling me that for years

I like it

 

Truth is I have always been a doll

 

My permanent smile

My open arms

 

I was a sweet sixteen's baby doll

her brother's too old to play with doll

a favourite doll

forgotten doll

replaced doll

 

A bounced off two cars rag doll

 

A fashion doll

possession comfort toy pretty thing on your arm with

eyes that roll doll

 

Not real

not taken seriously doll

 

A spinning three faced porcelain

cracked and chipped with rocks and scissors

paper doll

 

fragile doll

 

disfigured doll

 

tearing out my stuffing

losing my head

 

broken doll

 

 

A doll

like any other doll

 

that just wants to be held.

Done