Dollbaby Poem by Belle Violet

I'll be your dollbaby
on a high narrow shelf.
I'll sit there
with pink cheeks
til you come get me
yourself.
I've no choice in the matter,
my skin is like plaster,
my limbs can't be mastered,
like they're sewn up with stitches.
By you.
I imagine its you, too
That makes my heart tick
like this.

When you go
it's dreamlike.
When you're here
you're my tide
and I'm drawn to you like
water dances
for the moon.
But if you're always gonna leave me
with a snail trail
in my dainties,
and if you've got
no interest
in ever lying claim to me,
well, I'm getting very tired
of just
collecting dust.

You don't play with me often enough.

When some ruffian
dismantles me
from the shelf where you banished me,
and his rough hands are the ones
my lovely little face's in;
you're going to
regret
your love of complacency.