Ragdoll

Why me?
Was it me?
Was I the doe
Who tracked the blood
Into the living room?
(Where we never really lived in, though)
Sick relief
With my bags packed
Bitten apple Adam
She never cut his hair, or anything

Dress me
In doll clothes and
Bruised knees
From fallen trees
And those unchosen
Why me?
Was it me?

Valentine
My plundered eyes
Are seeping, pulled into the undertow
Cast a net, mark a comfort zone
Tantalize
Tongue outstretch
Pull your teeth and new flesh
I can't bare to up a size, ankle-height

Dress me
In doll clothes and
Bruised knees
From fallen trees
And those unchosen
Why me?
Was it me?



Credits
Writer(s): Elliot Cadence
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