She tried suffocation
first and then drowning.
But none of these would do.
The resilience of plastic
dolls unanticipated.
What will my daughter learn from this?
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8 comments:
I have mentioned this poem at PWB. Thanks for being on our blogroll.
Came in from PWB. Nice piece, I like the oddly morbid tone you give it.
Hello, Brian *wave*
For some reason this brief poem reminds me of my younger sister as a child when she did "bad" things on her doll first, then went to work on our youngest sister, Candy - like cutting her hair down to her scalp. When Candy was an infant, she actually did try to smother her with the crib pillow. So, thanks for the memories, friend..heh heh
Morbid tone, indeed!
Janet Leigh
Poetmeister...on the road to Parnassus
leaves me speechless. speaks of a million mysteries that way lay expression. wonderful in its eeriness , a very powerful piece indeed..
Tight, taut, expressive......
Dark and surprising. It really grabs you from the beginning. I like it.
disturbingly good!
I like how it plays on feminist themes versus identity issues.
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