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A Kiss In The Dark

We weren't always dolls

Before the dolls - flesh was

RAW

and torn

Before we were dolls we could rip open our skin

and bare it to the world

and when a little girl peered inside

everything was new and unseen

but flesh got harder to dig into

and tear

and stretch over a canvas

and all the little girls grew impatient

for it had been a long time since they had seen something new 



so the little girls tapped on our skin with gnarled hands 

and crooned



open up

let us see



but we didn't

we couldn't



open up please

let us see

its been too long



but our skin was fully hardened then

plastic as a penny



LET US IN



they screeched



and clawed at our skin

but it didn't yield



when our pretty pink lips parted in protest

only echoes came out

and a little girl leaned in

maybe to peer through our mouths into our stomachs

maybe to taste the blankness

but when it did

it choked

its mouth filled with pounds and pounds of fluff and nothing

whispers of when skin was made

to be torn

and little girls didn't dull their fingernails down

scratching at doll flesh

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