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 dark and deep

You can get lost in it,

And lost will be

All 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 turquoise eyes

/

She doesn’t cry nor even frown;

She never says ‘enough’;

She does’t look like she can feel your pain

Burn in the void inside the cut

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