I’m a rag doll for you
I walk
In sweet little steps
Enigmatic, pink-cheeked
I never hiss.

My lips are gouged
My hair is charred
My eyes are black dots
Dripping off into the distance

I am saccharine.
Little globules of glucose
With bleeding red hearts in them.

I see you with
my black button eyes
And I think to myself,
What a man!

You with your crisp black hair
Molten, congealed, the aftermath.
Who are you?
What do you want with me?
Will you be a kind puppeteer?
A gentle master
Adorned in red and gold?
Or will I fight my way through to you?
Ripping and tearing and gnashing
Breaking your bones,
Tearing your limbs like lollipops.

Will you **** me
In the cool black night?
Will you bend me over
And clutch my throat?
Will you leave scratches?
Will you *** when you hear me scream?

Who will we be together?
Where will we go?
Will we fade into each other
Like dusk? Black melting into
thick paste blue.

Will we meet again?
Will you lie to me?
Will you love me?
Can I forgive you?

Puppeteer, how will this end?
How dark will it go?
How light will we be?

What if I love you
Some day?
Will you cut my strings?
Take off my posy-pink dress
And untie my ringlets.

Will you love me?
Will we ever know each other
In a way beyond these strings?

For I, I am a lively doll inside
I cackle and squeal.
I lick my lips like a night-time girl.

I am different than you think,
I swear I am.