Doll

Smile and look pretty.

That's what momma said.

Keep it hidden,

Unless you want to be all alone.

Momma,

Don't you see

I'm your daughter.

Not an accessory.

No,

of course not.

I'm just a doll,

A ragged death.

He was my only

Friend.

He listened.

He understood.

But why can't 

You leave me be?

Smile and look pretty,

That's what momma wants.

Sliced flesh

Bruised knees.

Who knew kids could be so

Mean.

Alone in the dark.

I rock and forth smearing make-up on me.

I need to look

Pretty.

Looking up

I smile. Remembering someone,

Who accepts

The real me.

He's the the only one

Who rescues me.

He's mine.

Mine alone.

He says he

Loves me.

But flesh and bones,

Can't be together.

That's what he said 

Before.

The cries,

The screams.

It didn't hurt.

Not at the end anyway.

Don't cry momma

It's okay.

I just killed 

Two birds with one stone.

All it took

Was a ragged doll to slice.

He's happy 

That I obeyed.

I'm free,

Now yay.

Momma can play

with dolls.

I can play

with blood.