doll shop

i wear a poppy,

my heart,

my hair,

everywhere.

sometimes it hurts,

it’s bright and red and

bleeding,

healing.

and most importantly,

crying for your love, smile

and touch.

so please, serve it to me on a silver platter.

i’ve gone hungry too long.

the thing i was searching for

was there all along

there in ur heart:

love for me, finally.

thank you.

strip me,

unbutton my shirt,

unzip my skirt,

sink your lips into mine.

but dont forget

to strip me of the poppy,

the leech,

the pain.

strip me of everything

but your love, papa.

no worries, forget the love,

for i know i am just

skin, a body, a doll

for you to play with when

mum’s not around

anymore.

selfish woman she is.

but she was strong enough to tolerate this.

this smell

this man

this house

i hope you’re not hungry,

mama,

for i have taken your place.

your welcome.

p.s. this is about sexual abuse if u can’t infer