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A Paper Doll’s Reflection

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© 2012


It’s now just a profile,

In between the dog-eared pages of an old book.

The same one you browsed through many times before.

An obsession of,

Simple dated pictures-in color.

A paper dolls reflection.

Though, I am still naked and dimensionless in your mind.


You would explore my body with one hand.

The art of silence and curve of my hips inspired you.

Your fingers moving carefully-

Amongst my paper thin parts.


You had emulated the perfect outline,

Forgiving skin.

Thick hair.

Dark wet lips.

Manufactured only for your pleasure.   


Scantily dressing me in skimpy pink dresses,

The color of vomit and immaturity.

Oh, how I loathed that color.

You knew this-

But still…


You cursed me and spit-

When I lost my temper and,

Ripped off the ugly pink dress you purchased.


A thousand dollar gown,

On a ten cent body.

I will never truly be your Betsy McCall.

And you will never be my Dr. Kildare.

We were merely playmates,

And I…

I am only just paper.

Recyclable, replaceable and





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Author: The Laundry Maid

I love words. I like the way they sound rolling off my tongue. I enjoy playing around with them like a small girl with her dolls. I write to learn, and I write to feel.

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