Such a lonely boy, sitting in the corner
pulling off the heads
from all your little dolls
twisting up their limbs like rubber bands,
angry that you never had
the strength you need to break them
Poking holes in fragile skin, stabbing orifices raw
They are headless spewing bile
from their bitter brains
Even bruised, decapitated
dead
you make them sick
and in the middle of the night,
while you lie dreaming in the dark,
fat chins suffocating
choking out your breath,
they will be stitched together, artificial hearts
and iron lungs to stay alive and they will visit you
and they will crawl inside
and make you
scream.