Knees together
Eyes open
Her head-tilted
Not moving
She’s his new one
His favorite.
I hate her.
She’s taken him.
Both hands
On couch
Feet in heels
apart
I want his attention
I can’t move.
He’s brushing her hair.
Its my fault.
Yellow skirt flowers
White top
Puffed sleeves
Knee-high socks
I’m used, dirty.
That doll is his favorite.
He’ll do it to her, too.
She’s lucky.
Perfectly straight
Blonde hair
Wide eyes
Pouty lips
She’s perfect.
I’m not.
I’m broken, she’s whole.
I want him to love me again.
She’s scared.
I’m trash.