"Rag Doll" by Katherine Nicole ´dys´ VanHoorn

he's not really a ragdoll
they sewed the stitches in anyway
they giggled at his whimpers
chuckled at his screams
(laughed at his pain)
stretching his stomach up
feeling the needle go in
he feels every stitch
each dark thread
branding his skin
(branding his soul)
feels redness stain his face
his body
(his own blood)
his screams choke off
gasping thru the pain
can't find air
like he's
breathing thru cotton
his eyes feel like glass buttons
he can't feel his fingers
(stitches in them too)
can't feel his toes
his teeth don't feel real
there's blood on his ears
he can't seem to hear
he sees only the black
of glass button shine
so maybe he is
a ragdoll
(maybe he's not)
they sewed the stitches in
anyway