They said I was easy to hurt
like a doll
it's easy you know
to tamper with my limbs
you can make me wear strings
make me wear only skin
create strings with my hair
then say
I cannot feel
I am obsolete
I am not human
I am just a bride
Pretty as a Rose
a Rose that has thorns
that can be plucked
petals too
all peeled
naked
juicy
chaste
corruptible
by thine
lust
I am a bride
I am a bride
I wear petals and thorns
only
some you can't see
some you can't hear
but I am but bones stitched to flesh
just a bride
just a doll
to be forever
plucked
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