Doll, you’re better off headless.
Just enjoy that long hair flowing
out of your neck, can’t you feel its weight?
You still have the most important sense,
the muscles, read: fibrous tissue
with the ability to contract.
pay no mind to sight or sound,
they don’t bind you to the dirt,
don’t hold you in your shoes.
Doll, you’re better off this way.
And think, you can still be
paint a face on the skin drawn
taught around the well
of your guts: your intestines
wound in a tight brain compelling
you to suck in, stand up.
And when the strings pull back
you’ve no mouth to contract, no means to whisper