The Girl Who Never Says No

I'm encased on a top shelf,
plastic, pale skin.
I don't have eyes that see.
They're only pretty for show.
My body?
It's perfectly engineered.
Nothing ever feels real.

I smile that same plastered face.
Purse my lips
In an upside down frown.
With each new boy
who uses and discards of me,
a piece of my body cracks
under my sexual persona.
The one I used all my life
to get love from my pervert dad.

I still want disassociate from the memory;
my sister whispering it, enticing it,
"Get naked for Daddy."
I was an 8 year old kid
With little mermaid outfit,
my hair a mess.
I did what I was told.
I went downstairs,
from mermaid to human.
Wonder if this is why I masturbate
to Mermaids.

The boys all are greedy,
getting their filthy, undeserving hands
touching me,
numbing me.
Their eyes the eyes of Ken.
No ounce of love.
Just sex.

I'm reduced to a battered box
on the bottom shelf,
no longer of use.

My commercial life as a show
has ended.