The new doll, for only half the offer I used to be,
don't call me by the name that you gave to me.


You agree, you declare
that all of our pictures are all wet.
You see them with your eyes,
not mine,
mine are simply sockets because of this bet.

Bet me everything, all that you had all for me.
Bet that you wouldn't want this,
THIS all for yourself.
But you kept me in gravity, you keep me in my truency,
on the buggiest place on the shelf.

A different angle of the very same angel,
but oh how you look to me.
Your air, you convey it, you use it,
I pollute it.
It's the flaw; but it's important to breathe.

You work around it, you're so amazing in it.
You wish you just hadn't bet everything.
Curls, locks, locked with ribbon,
ribbons,
screaming and projectile vomitting.

You're not the baby, you don't wear the dress,
filmy, off-white and worn even thinner.
The mirror image telling me I am big and strong,
terrible lie,
I'm a liar and sinner.

Stich after stich, latched closed by my lids,
my lashes were plucked and strung together for thread.
Oh it hurts,
oh my honeyed esophagus,
sewn up tight so I would stay silent in bed.

You're taking my neck and gripping it tight
and pulling me back, and then I can hear,
Asleep in my thought,
words file down on my teeth,
feels like I'm drowning in the picture for so many years.


My image rots, it falls away,
it's ruined now because of time's lonely decay.
The steps crumble beneath my little mary janes.
Crumbs on the path for dolly losing her way.
Fabulous in my mustiest frock.
Scarlet fever and vision loss.
Confusion, confinement,
exception, excitment.
Deception, depth perception,
I know that the doll has been stolen
again.

Can't see the water when it all overflows.