baby doll



she takes his kisses no matter what

whether they be a slap on the cheek

or the press of coldwhite knuckles



she surrenders

her body lax under the onslaught

a carefully coreographed dance

where only two can play the game

(others are banned or squashed

sequestered in silence)



eyes wide open, angel's eyes, slick with 

tears blink for every fingerprint

every death of a one-cell organisim



when the days get harder

she wanders into herself

amd destroys any chance

of comforting redemption



ice cream dribbles down

her chin and on to her new dress

the sticky sugar drops are replaced

by wet cleansing kisses eager

to purge



the day she topples the crown 

is the day the two sided blade becomes

reality