xXx Cross Stitches xXx

Tiny hands engulf the throat
of one who speaks in vial tongues
And on the tongue shall they choke
For all the stitches they’ve undone.

Another cries in patterned yelps
Curled in the small darkened corners
Left to live a chosen hell
About the stitch that had torn her.

Cross the stitches left and right
Undoing that which doesn’t agree
And if it’s just too much plight
Remove the stitches completely

Dolls are dolls so they don’t feel
Just here to entertain us all
Silly you to think they’re real
And had eyes from which they saw

So stitch them and sew them shut
Close their eyes to blind them
Tear them down or cut them up
Like a God’s choice to break or mend.

“Cross my stitches, one’s undone
The one you’ve all chosen to open
I’ve seen the others you’ve redone
Some you didn’t bother to close them…

Against our wills you play with us
Our sorrow is always your fun
Mending only to be covered in dust
When we’re just the “other” item shunned.

Crosssing stitches left and right
Undoing that which doesn’t agree
And for you it's just too much plight
So you remove my stitches completely.”