Rag Doll

rag doll in the corner
appendages twisted, flayed
spread-eagled like a prostrate monk
and punishment inflamed

dull eyes flicker fire and ice
like hell in the bottom ring
neck snapped and shoulder torn, i see
etched sorrow is your king

dust dancing all around your hair
mold and decay on your sleeve
half-rotting like a spindled corpse
sad imprint do you leave

what better days have you seen, rag doll
what happiness was due?
pinpoint the time you faded
and when they’d forgotten you


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