doll face

some assembly required

me, if I were a blythe doll

take me out of my cardboard box 
cut off the zip ties

a warm shower, melting away the glossy sheen
vanilla cream
the razor glides
paint my nails in Chanel number 153

curl my hair 
add shimmer to my lids
line my lashes
smokey brown to pull you in

gloss on my lips
petal pink on my cheeks
lashes curled, doe eyed

he will never know
the difference
am I blushing or is it rouge

an old play thing 
a doll once loved
a discarded piece of plastic
can you put me back together again

the perfect dialogue
captions on the screen
he jokes
I laugh

the credits roll
end scene

take me out to play
love me for the day
and when you're done, toss me away

oh please stay
who am I without your gaze

your perception suspends me in time
who will I be today
is that good enough for you

mascara tears 

I'm tired of playing your games
who was I before you came

zip ties in a trinket dish on my nightstand

will you say goodnight before you go

the notes behind the piece

thank you for reading!

I wrote this as a raw piece on girlhood, societal standards, and heartbreak. let me know what you think.