a curious child she was
a mind released from a
straitjacket

given a doll
unblinking
in a polkadot dress and
a pair of plastic shoes

what else was there
to do
but unstitch the thread
and strip it bare

its soft body

immaculate
symmetrical
proportional

to her mind's eye
a flawless human

what made it so
perfect
to touch and see

she ripped it
neck down
with a knife
just to find
balls of cotton--

white spidery fluffs
of nothing special

dolls stitched in
different shapes
surround her
everyday

one is shaped like
a machine

another
a book

another
a boy

but all of them are the same--
white spidery fluffs
of cottonballs

My poetic soul's attempt to fart a repressed emotion.XD Such fluffy jaded imagery transpired while I was clipping my fingernails, tiny crescent moons flying a cannonball's trajectory one after the other.

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