Doll Girl

Open your eyes
or I'll open them for you
with a fucking
x-acto knife
and some
rubbing alcohol.

I will grab you
by your hair
and shove your face so hard against the glass
that the window
spiders
and
cracks.

I will take a bat
to your knee caps
before you run from reality
one
more
fucking
time.

Oops, did I pop your little bubble of
security
selfishness
imagination
false hope
and bullshit?

Oh, whatever will you do?!
You'll have to face the music eventually, love,
because if you think that this world
is a safe, nice, happy place
like it is in your little twisted imagination;
you couldn't be more wrong.

I'm going to absolutely love it when you get out into the real world
and panic and cry and beg for help;
oh, how I'll love to see you grovel
and come crawling
right
back.

Humans are not good creatures
and I can promise you that
they won't think twice
about chewing
you up and
spitting you out.

So, hun, I suggest you open your eyes
before I open them for you
with shaking hands and
trembling fingers
with a pair
of dull, rusty scissors.