I'M Not His Doll Poem by Melissa Black
I'M Not His Doll
Rotting in my heart-shaped box,
he took me out to play with him.
Twirling in a cornicopia of lace and ribbon,
short skirts and dirty fantasies.
Playing turned into kissing,
kissing turned into touching,
touching turned into...stop!
Stop turned into heartbreak,
and heartbreak hailed destruction.
But destruction brought specialists,
who wanted to 'help' me out of the black bottomless pit.
He knew it would happen like this,
he did it on purpose.
He wanted to kill me.
So who's crazy now?
I really like the imagery here, as it is very vivid...I enjoyed its feministic overtones. My automatic jukebox went off, too: 'Doll Parts' by Hole and 'Coin-Operated Boy'...so apparently my whole brain likes it. Good job!
Far more maudlin than I am apt to care for but it is construed adequately nonetheless.
Osh Kosh Bygosh! ! ! This is intense man....How you do it? ! Keep it up yo! :)
haha I really like this one, good use of words baby! keep it up! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 2:53:40 AM # 1.0.0.1119
1. this is probably my fave 2. why? ? cuz it created an amazing image of u as the doll of (i wont speak his name) 3. u really are a wunnerful writer 4. u do sound a tad crazy... but i love u anyhow 5. his loss 6. cornocopia is the like most freaken awesome word. the way u use that whole stanza just blows my mind away. 7. please read and comment on my poems! ! loves