Doll Parts
I am damaged.
I am an island girl that never learnt how to swim. I am your bird without wings. I am artifice – her lacquered fingernails. I am helpful and knowing. I am your pillowcase and your mirror. I am the cat that sits at your feet. I am your sweet girl, your good girl, your open, willing, playful little thing. I am your smart girl, your brunette, the small hand in yours. I am your friend and your confidante and the thighs you grip at night. I am your tomorrow and your past and your forever and your regret. I am the one your parents miss. I am brave and you are proud and I am the voice inside your head. I am lies and I am betrayal and I am love and I am company and I am slick and I am naive and I am belief and I am sick. I am fun and I am serious and I am all you hope that I will be. I am to be taken seriously and to be fooled and to be kept and to be used. I am boring and I am horrid and I am the disappointment that chokes you thick. I am now and I was then and I will never cease to be. I am wet and you are hard and I am ready and I am denied. I am yours and you are yours and they are yours and she is yours. I am your blank slate and you are my puppet strings.
This is…wow, I’m not really sure what it is. It’s powerful and charged and humble and complex and simple, all at once?
No, honestly, let me just say this is a bloody brilliant piece of writing. The depth and feeling of it is amazing! I love how every one of those words is heavy on its own, independently.
You write beautifully.
-somewhatvoluble
As Zorba the Greek said, ‘we are all the whole catastrophe’.
But there’s a ’she’? Already? Ouch.
Puss
ilovemint, hello and thank you! the words sit rather heavily too.
Megan, hello, welcome and thank you
Puss, I just sent you an email x
Yes, it’s a brilliant piece of writing. It’s a prose poem. It’s a performance piece. One day, when it stops being also an anguished cry, perhaps you might use it that way.
Did you ever read “Alone” by Beverley Farmer? A brilliant, intense, beautiful novel which is a monolgue about the break-up of a relationship.
It’s far too soon, at this time when just getting through a day probably takes concentration – but I hope that eventually you might think of putting these posts together as a book. It would be stunning! It could also be cathartic for your readers.