eight-doll
alongside eight, but it has enough of a bounce to it i wanted to give it its own page
dress me up and split my skull
spit my eyes to keep them wet
sandpaper massage my thighs
brush my teeth to powdered nubs
brush my hair to pinholes
clean me inside out with bleach
cover me with sweets and syrup and bonemeal
take the edges from my joints
amputate my tail
tape my beak and pull my nails
plug my holes up with spare coins
give me value, not blue skies
take black nights and make them shine
snatch up pens and smear the lines
feed me thoughts I'll want as mine
pardon me before you go
with currents and a tv show
fuck my brain out, fill me up
with static and a stuffing fabric