The Magic Doll

I have a magic doll

That you can stuff with pain

Until all yours is gone –

/

In her chest there’s a cut –

Where humans have a heart –

The place to bury your anger;

/

The cut’s so wide and deep

You can get lost in it

And lost will be your troubles;

/

Once you have reemerged

From that hollow chest of hers

You would feel stronger and calmer;

/

I have a magic doll

Who looks like a real girl

With porcelain skin and big eyes of turquoise

/

She neither smiles nor frowns;

She never says ‘enough’;

She does’t look like she can feel your pain

Burn in the void beneath the cut

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