The Most Miserable Doll of Them All

She sat on the shelf

a Beautiful doll

she wasn't the the prettiest doll of them all

Nevertheless 

she was noticed by some

No longer on the shelf

She was not herself

Her handlers were cruel

never gentle

turning a porcelain doll

into the most raggedy doll of them all

She crawled away

into the saving darkness

resting her torn stitches

handlers don't see her while she twitches

Just as the dust could gather no higher

A handler finds her

with Desire

he scoops her up from out of her darkness

He patches her up

He says she's the most beautiful doll of them all

He puts her on his wall

she looks around 

She notices

There are many dolls on his wall

she keeps her confidence standing tall

with his wonderful

care and attention

As she notices the other dolls less

and less

he unveils the doll 

that he thinks is the best

This doll

was not a doll

but a beast
to say the least

sewn together

with sins and evil

with long sharp fingers 

with teeth likes needles

She's grasping souls

and in her heart 

there's rotting holes

A beautiful decaying creature

her poison tongue

her famous feature

The doll's beautiful handler looked at her

grabbed her out of 

his darkness

and off of 

her shelf

To hold his beast together

he pulled the doll's soft silk thread from her stitches

he watches as the sweet doll twitches

The  doll began to wonder

where were her eyes?

He had taken those first thing 

to pull off his beautiful disguise

As he ripped and he tore

the ragged doll apart

he patched up his monster

but he couldn't give her a heart

What was left of the doll

he still uses today

of course, to sew up his monster

he needs a place for his needles to stay

He pushes in the pins 

Deep

as the poor doll does weep

And she became the most miserable doll of them all

'

Author's Note

Ignore grammar for now. The short story version of this is coming soon.

Reviews

[Riyessa]

the grammar isn't good but I know which is good and not coz I took up Literary Criticism.... and your poem...I can say it's good

[Clarisse Nanoit]

I love it! =) This is really deep and metaphorical, but could be interpreted in many different ways. While the rhythm isn't superb, the imagery is awesome. You could tweak it, like you seem to be planning to anyway. A fun read. =)
KH