Doll House Bodies
I stared into the barrel of a silver eyed pistol,
Fear not understood,
Fear not developed,
You threatened the breath I breathe,
For a dollhouse plaything to rummage within,
As if it was to be discarded into waste,
Like a piece of toilet paper,
I remember feeling the stone cold touch,
As you tried to caress what wasn’t finished,
Did it make you feel like a viper as it struck violently?
Did it make you feel like a crow as it ate leftover dinner?
I stared into the barrel of a silver eyed pistol,
Barren with my soul,
Was this what the cost of living was?
To be used, abused, discarded,
Over, and over,
Like a VCR tape as it loses it’s worth,
I remember your words,
Whispering in the dark of the room,
As you tried to reassure me ,
This is what children did,
Did it make you feel like a fox as it ran out of the barn with a hanging chicken between it’s teeth?
Did it make you feel like a little hare as it dug a hole deeper all the way to Asia?
I saw my life torn through your body,
The change was ever smaller,
Lines of faint pink,
When you were done,
The blood that should have fallen,
Was empty,
Did you feel satisfied like a wolf after a hunt?
Did you feel sick like me?
I saw you disappear faster than a blink,
I didn’t know your name,
Just the sleazy way you touched me,
I feared to touch anyone,
Would they ravage me,
Leaving me bare like you did?
Would they hold my life before my eyes,
Threatening to poison me with their empty words,
Threatening me with their body,
Are we all just dollhouse bodies to be ripped apart?
Copyright © Jessica Cote | Year Posted 2016
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