The Doll
A Poem Featured in my Book, Quarantine Dream Scenes
you pulled back the plastic curtain
there was a startling clatter
she was stupefied
your throaty chuckle terrified her
the doll’s crown cracked
a porcelain tile
with her bare flesh against you
the denim of your pants
came to be saturated
as white turned to red
your vision blurred
she barely resisted
in your powerful grasp
echoing in your ears
her outcries of suffering
panic
pleasure
this bloodstained trance
feelings of intimacy and depravity
your hand gripped the doll’s waist
as you kissed her gently
before tossing her aside
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This poem lies very close to my heart; it is one that I consider to be autobiographical. I wrote this poem in the middle of the night during the summer, surrounded by sleeping loved ones
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Molly Caitlin Long
22 - Artist - Poet - Fiction & Fantasy
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