Scopophile (Doll 1.)

I wrote this in late 2011. It was intended to accompany a hand-made doll, adding to its character.

Fragrant fabric of tangible touch
Fluid and life-affirming
Tremulous ineffable pulses jolt
Each smile sweet-tinged

I sit and drink
the interchange dry
They never notice my slack presence
I feed my vertiginous void
Plump goes the husk

If I try I will splinter
They will smell my falsity
and enact that stale crucifixion

So I drink my fill
and vomit word by word
it’s too rich
Call me Maudlin

My words are all I have
and even they are borrowed


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