A ten inch doll
soft and vulnerable
She always stays still- even when someone
unthreads her button eyes.
The other dolls cut her hair with scissors;
brown yard had covered the floor.
The scary old bird, with the salt and pepper feathers,
used his sharp talons
to slice her open
and tear out all her stuffing.
She was an ugly doll; she was an empty doll.
Nobody would keep her forever.