edenkitty

I am a wind up doll, with obsidian shards where my heart should be.
Someone made me wrong, my smile is crooked.
The ravens pluck out my eyes, all the while telling my secrets to those that would listen.
Their squawking falls on ears sewn shut with silver thread
I want to feel anything but the pain, the empty hollowness of doll veins.
Dragging the blade across my skin, I see shining garnet drops of life.
I watch as they course down my flesh, leaving in their wake fiery trails of living breathe.
Running my fat fingers through their warmth, its only oil.
Crude and thick to make my gears move in perfect harmony.
They wipe it off and put me in my box, binding me in place with wire and cardboard.
Forever wound, trying to stop the movement, I am a wind up doll.