Paper Doll

Paper Doll She was two dimensional at first Laid flat Then folded, eyes drawn with black Lips pale pink Fragile legs took shape then speed She ran out of her mother’s stomach The mother didn’t feel the pain but just the tickling So she laughed a bellyaching laugh. And run down her fingers across her little girl’s paper hair Honey in hue and texture. She slipped away from her mother’s fingers And took a road alone to an unknown future The paper doll. “I have not given you carte blanche to act however you want!” Yelled the mother. The doll continued on her path. “My milk will dry up!” The mother was hapless! Still the paper doll ran in her path. With each step, her legs gathered pace Then flesh Soon she was all flesh and bones As paper dissolved into particles of azoth Then she needed her mother’s milk to keep her bones, bones and Her flesh, flesh. So that she ran back to her mother, pleading For milk and soul!