Bisque Abduction

 

Her casket has a sterling lock — a key
twelve-year-old sisters stalk, one summer day
guardians are away. Bisque amputee
they free, parts, dossier, undefiled

in doily, French macrame, placed inside
a curio, top shelf — you’ll have to wait
to grow, know, yourselves, places grown-ups hide
keys, pieces, doctors forced to amputate

of bisque remains, reanimated love
that hovers hidden, years, above, deprived
cloth body, cloak, a petticoat, silk gloves,
appendages porcelain you divide.

Exchange possession, weeks, you keep the head,
vermillion replica of what is dead.

“Creepy Doll Head Redux”by mpujals is licensed under CC CC0 1.0

Kristin Garth

Kristin Garth is a poet from Pensacola, Florida. She is a knee sock aficionado and a sonnet stalker. Her sonnets have stalked the pages of Luna Luna, Occulum, Anti-Heroin Chic, Ghost City Review, Drunk Monkeys, TERSE, Journal and many other publications. Her chapbook Pink Plastic House is available through maverickduckpress.com

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