Poetry Cave – Ragdoll by Kristin Garth
Remove what’s rigid. Rules are bones. Leave veins
to bleed for him alone. Embalmed alive,
red syrup treat. Your suffering remains
sticky sweet. Aftertaste, abuse survived,
a tinge of tragedy at five. You taste
the way a good girl should — smoked cherry seared,
his pyre pine, heartwood. Cutaneous
his cruelty, requisite flesh for tears
pretty. Unbuttoned eyes, black holes to stuff,
your flicker cotton candy snuffed. Wee ears,
for whispers, lips a crimson thread rebuffs.
Delivered limber in a limousine,
a ragdoll broken, bent, by you, obscene.