My life as a doll

               was a life of waiting__hours

                               reeled like pinwheels, days

passed like wind blown

                 through black holes, weeks

                               hung heavy as headstones

The God took a knife

                cut me into pure pain,

                               alive amid birds

wilding in the grapevine

               while my dreams angled

                                into me like hooks, dragging me

away from Mother

               into a world

                               he forget to bless.