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The Wax Doll
She was a doll
with painted skin
and cherry pit eyes
Made for sin
with lips of lime
and peach pit cheeks
Her hair a golden weave
only when the sun did not shine
how sublime
Crafted just so
with skilled hands
working over flesh and bone
Ivory essence
with a rose bud nose
laughing in silence
In silk and lace
black patten shoes
she stood at the stake
A Mona Lisa smile
and eyes that did not blink
she held the truth hard as stone
Not a word, not a breath
she had no heart to beat
even as the flames spread
Not a drop of crimson
only wax began to disfigure
soften and solidify
May she be molded again
each time with a little less soul
while she watched in silence
Perhaps it was just a shadow
or did she just wink, a twisted smile
a creature without a heart
What does she feel?
while all her parts are implored
one thing she knows, the taste of death.
11:29 PM - 9/1/2008 -
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