Doll Face

A doll’s face with human eyesAnd ribs removed to make her thin,The bustline broad, the waistline small.We see her as a Mattel toyThat lives, that moves, that has her being,But she is here to feed our whims,And we indulge her fantasies.We lust or laugh, scoff or scorn,We share the snapshots giddily.And I am seeing lights of lightsBeneath false lashes and dark paintAnd I could cry for pity’s sakeFor she is me, and I am sheYes, there but for delusion’s sakeGo I, desperate in face and formTo reach a beauty make-up caked,A play-thing for a million minds.Is it an astral plane … Continue reading Doll Face