Porcelain Face
Creepy eyes staring
back at me, I can’t help
but think of all the ways
you have killed me.
Half black
Half white
Split down the middle
made for kings
but I am a peasant
girl who does not laugh
They call me crazy,
Because you sit on the shelf
every day the same way.
But at 3 am I wake up and
focus on your smug face. I
know there must be a tiny knife
clutched behind your back
waiting to make a surprise attack
I know you move when
I look away.
You love to tease
Me, you little . I think I’ll lay
powder down
and prove it once and for all.
That your little crocheted ass
Is lying in wait.
I wish to throw you
Out. Drop you and smash
Your porcelain face.
Make you blind, make
that smile fade.
I wish you’d disappear.
I’d tie your tiny hands and legs,
duct tape your ugly mouth, too.
I’d love bury you in a hollow ditch
In the back yard somewhere
But I know
My aunt would mind
It would hurt her heart
But she would just make
Another you.
(So I let the little bastard
Stare at me all night.)
And all day
I stay out of my room.
I try my best
to avoid you.
I hate you more
than your glassy eyes
I am devastated today
I wish for nothing more
Than for you to comfort me
Tell me how she stitched
Every part except your face
How she hand painted
those big black eyes
How she carefully selected
Your forever smile
Tell me little jester
All the words she spoke
All the secrets she revealed
As she made you for me
Tell me
Make me laugh
TELL ME about her
You lucky doll
You are the only
Memory I have
of her, and now
I have to love you.
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