doll

woke up
in a bathtub
filled with ice
a jagged incision
hastily stitched together
with twine
where my brain
used to be
the dull ache
is reassuring
because at least
i feel something
other than
the cold emptiness

how i got here
what they possibly
could have wanted
i can’t say
because
they sewed my mouth shut
glued buttons
to my eyelids
stuffed my nose
with potpourri
discarded little doll
with feebly grasping hands
muffled screams
from the hour rental
hotel room

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