Blue Lace Dolly
He begins to tell her tales of Mermaids and Talking Lions.
Wanting to see a climax - never the resolution - unaware the doll’s eyes fall shut
He examines his beautiful doll and her painted face - frozen in time
Heartbeats – Breaths - what absurd thoughts - wishing she was human
And how one day they met on the beach to wage war.
Plump with childhood fat yet to be eaten by metabolism
All the while probing the molded flesh of the doll - Malleable but weak enough to bruise
Almost feeling the short nervous breaths
The battle was very violent and many of the Merfolk and Lionfolk were killed.
He can almost feel the heartbeat under the artificial skin
Gingerly –one hand - feels along awkward limbs
Strings pulled tight to keep her in place
The master reaches the end of the story frantically.
Taking care to line her small clothing to the side
She stares up at him - waiting for his inspection to continue - to know when she’s real
Carcasses are scattered along the beach - blood turns the foam red.
Brow sweaty - breathing heavy - the toils of battle rolling across his face
Smoothing palms over nipples not yet attached to breasts
The Puppet Master spreads her out on the bed.
And it seems to him – she has heard this story before
And the dolly - blue lace and tear stained face - drifts out to sea.