Monthly Archives: January 2014

Number 12/13

Daddy, I want new dolls.

I say. My home doll

collection is lacking.

 

No.

 

Dominatus gave me one.

He loves me.

 

He told me so.

 

He gave his adsero two.

I love them.

Thank you, Master.

 

They’re twins.

Long, blond hair

and silver eyes.

 

They’re beautiful.

These girls are frightened.

 

One pants.

 

I start the drip.

 

Don’t forget to wear

your scrubs.

Yes, Dominatus.

 

I wear them.

I don’t like it.

 

I dress one

like a Geisha,

her hair up

in intricate knots.

 

The obi‘s tied

in a knot of prostitution.

 

I like the other

one more. She’s

a fashionista.

 

I pose them together

and I take their picture.

 

My lovely twins.

 

Its time to throw

your bride away.


Making Love

Dominatus‘ new one

is done already.

She looks beautiful.

 

From the fifties,

my love.

 

I watch him work.

He goes over to his old one.

I watch him take

 

out his scalpel.

He slid it over the skin

of her throat seductively.

 

He was having sex

with her, using

his scalpel.

 

I love you,

my darling April.

You are my showers.

 

His voice was melodic.

The scalpel penetrated

her epidermis and slashed.

 

She now wore a red dress.


Bride

He’s giving me

My own one.

My own doll

To dress up.

Waiting is overrated.

 

When I went in

A girl in the nude

Waited for me.

Her hair was long

And red, bright.

 

Her waist was thin,

Like a Barbie’s. Perfect

Breasts. Pouty lips.

I caressed her long,

Luxious legs.

 

I’ll use you for my first.

I stared down at her

Frightened face.

Dominatus approached me.

She’s your first, so she’s your

Bride.


Cigarette Girl

 

I didn’t smoke in life.

The fake cigarette

is between my lips now.

 

I’m dead, I think.

I can’t move,

so I can feel for a pulse.

 

I’m a museum piece

and the only one able to see

the whole room.

 

There are two of them.

They work together in tandem

to make us beautiful.

 

Maybe, I am alive.

I feel myself breathing,

at least.

 

I won’t be for long.

it’s time for the trash

to be thrown out.

Goodbye.


Slave and Master

 

She’s had plastic surgery,

I mutter it again and again.

Dominatus ignored me.

Let’s get this hair done right.

His voice was shrill.

Get the white blouse, Adsero.

I do. It sits beside

one of the other dolls.

She’s one of the older ones.

Here, Dominatus.

I say, giving him the blouse.

He’s ripped her old one off.

She’s perfect, Adsero.

I agree. He carressed

her body like it was his wife’s.

He misses her.

My wife was like a doll.

I say nothing.

There are police sirens

everywhere.

Prepare that one.

Yes, Dominatus.


Its a School Scene

With desks from high school

and textbooks that we

cannot touch.  Three of us

stuck in a pose.

 

I can’t see my companions,

but I know they are from

my high school. My hands are stuck

and we have been frozen.

 

There is an IV in every

right arm. He comes in.

Hello, my dolls. Let me just

check on you here.

 

Ah, very good. Very very good.

His breath is hot and rank.

I feel him pull back my hair

from my shoulder.

 

Your make up needs to be fix,

my love. He brushes something

onto my face. You are too old,

Lizzie.

 

There is a ripping sound

and the camera is splattered

with blood.  Someone drags

them away, their shoes squeaking

 

The floor. Just another one

of his victims.