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The Stranger and the Plastic Doll

Lying in-between the cars
On a crowded busy street
It’s over ninety-five degrees
And she won’t feel the heat
In fact, she will just lay there
Until the sky begins to dim
It’s not easy to get up and move
When you’ve got broken plastic limbs
A second-rate trashed proto-type of a teen
She’s the ugliest Barbie doll I’ve ever seen
Not making a move to get out of this place
It looks like fifty cars just ran over her face
With amputated arms and legs
And no soul to give a care
I walked further down the road
To attempt to find a few pieces there

As I see all her fragments and scattered remains
I wonder if she felt any pain
What on earth lead to this brutal defeat?
Who was it who tossed her into the street,
Causing all of her hope to fall?
And whoever said that boys don’t play with dolls?
She reacts to nothing, no matter how drastic
It’s hard to hold on when your hands are just plastic
Moving further down the road
I see a figure on the other side
He’s looking straight at the desolate doll
And I wait to discover the secrets he hides
I don’t want the fragments to be left alone
So let’s hope he left his explosives at home
His thoughts and intentions may still be unknown
However, so far only kindness he’s shown
As I questioned the stranger and plastic doll’s fate
I think the sky got a little less dim
I’ll scream to remind him he isn’t too late
To fix her broken plastic limbs

Author notes

Late August, 2006... After a huge fight and breakup with the former boy-toy, I started talking to his best friend quite a lot. We tried to hook up several times but we always messed something up somehow. The first time we tried to meet each other, I realized I forgot my phone. I ran home to get it, and when I came back he had already came and left. The second time, he got the train scedule wrong. Even though it didn't work out (we stopped talking), he gave me a slight bit of hope for the time we were talking.

(Option#1 write about anything dark or dirrty pretty no strings attached, JUST MAKE IT DAMN GOOD ( pre-writes are avalible but i want this to be gut renching fan-f***king-tastic))

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  • LaLaLie
    April 12, 2007
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    Thanks for entering and good luck.


  • Heavens Child
    April 11, 2007

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    An interesting read.....I like your creative side. The flow and rhythmn is good and the rhyming well done. Thank you for the entry in my contest.


  • AshliiAsphyxiation
    April 9, 2007
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    thanks for the entry
    good luck