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
