The Magic Doll

I have a magic doll

That that can absorb your pain

Until it is

All gone:


In her chest there’s no heart,

No place for warmth nor love –

There’s a hole instead

Where to bury your anger;


It is so dark and deep

You can get lost in it,

And lost will be

All your troubles;


Once you have poured it all

Into that wound, no, hole,

You will feel stronger

And calmer;


I have a magic doll

Who looks like a real girl,

With her porcelain skin

And big turquoise eyes


She doesn’t cry nor frown;

She never screams ‘enough’;

She’ll never tell you she can feel your pain

Throb in the void inside the cut