AN: Written for Black Boxed's poetry challenge.
Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary
i.
Mary's hands fit in a box.
dainty, small. non-combative.
Mary was a doll with unfulfilling plastic hands
and dolls don't fight, right?
ii.
an unbroken golden doll runs towards a wrong turn and
without warning, a splash of blood swallows the floor
drinks up a dainty, lost not-a-girl
with crimson idling hands
hiding from a plastic paradigm
this doll's drowning in a bloody potion
falling into combat
living in a war
which transforms plastic wounds into split skin and sticky blood.