Baby Doll, won't you do anoter dance for me?

Inspired by "My Grendel~ A Poem by Selene"

Within the soul of her

lived the manifestation of man

Baby Doll thought, alone in the blackness of her heart

chained, imprisoned by laws tainted with discrimination

hatred and fear blackened in color

covered her walls that imprisoned her

since birth

 

Stricken spiritually of all blessings, deserved

condemned by his God to be man’s play thing

a toy, he stroked his forced Dominance upon her

restricted, slain, blamed condemned a slave by gender

knees broken, blackened, shattered, bowed in disgrace

her mouth sewn closed by his need for pleasure

his seed spilled, swirled around her jaded tongue

she pretends to swallow his white blood

with discontent

drunken on self fulfilled prophecy

glutton of perceived purity

“ugly w***e!”, she says,  peering into his soul

“S**t!”, Her finger points into his heart

 

Baby Doll purrs and dances

in circles around man’s eyes of desire

inflamed by ripped fabrics

soiled in mud, rusted over time

irritant, reminder of what was once love

her flesh protects her from his truth

blinds him with lines of perfection

he never sees her truth of deception

through the weather worn umbrella

of destruction

gaze into your future

 

She moves with intent deceiver with intelligence

grace covered premeditated planned thoughts of revenge

with guard down he lets his slave in close

he can feel her strings of control

plucked by fingers of need

his greed to be reverend king of his domain

Baby Doll removes her mask of beauty and peace

reveals her true nature and reason for being

as her Master’s eye follows her manicured image

he ignores her true face scarred, ripped, torn

death a thousand times over

empty of love, forgive never

vengeance will never taste this sweet

 

her umbrella tip punctured his throat

blood flood back to the clay of life

she spits his acid back into his mouth

 

Baby Doll giggled at his suffering

her amusement, her rite of passage

a slow death for the wicked

his type un-worthy to be even

her slave

 

Baby Doll sits and waits

for the next man to enter her trap of

make believe innocence and harmless love

 

“Come play with me; let me take you to another world”

She says, licking her ruby lips with her serpent tongue

Reviews

[light and ashes]

Oh wow, seductive, revengeful, grotesque but beautiful. Fantastic imagery! Fantastic story! So much could be said about this..As far as the woman depicted as a "slave" taking revenge on the man that hurts her and the mask that she wears. Society enslaved women for many years. Even women today still struggle from discrimination, by some men who see women this way. In a way alot of women are still "enslaved" by images and lies of beauty. This woman will forever be angry on the injustices that she has been delt. This is phenomenal.

[FemmeSpookyCorpse]

This piece is absolutely outstanding...phenomenal! Your play on words is fantastic and your writing style is unique. I admire your use of subject matter...as I love to write very darkly myself. Beautiful work! = ]

-Femme_Gothique (Brittany)

[OT]

eesh this is powerful! Baby Doll - from the picture (which is brilliant) to the words (also brilliant) - a great tapestry of tale - her giggling at his suffering - the pleasure in pain - baby doll (the repetition adds such an ominous beat too) - nice!

[?]

oh wicked, wicked oh so wicked, but good.
Wonderful imagery, loved the story.
I chose to read this because Babydoll was in the title, and that is what a good friend of mine calls me. Oh boy was I surprised when started reading. lol
WOW!!

[MuSe Ampoule]

Ooh, wicked tale. She is the black widow, the femme mantis...play with her at your own risk!

[Muse]

Wicked imagery, this is truly a peice of well-written art!

[Bree]

This was excellent. I love how at the end Baby Doll mudered the men that abused her, usually it never happens like that in poems I've read, but still, truely amazing. Great job.

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

Excellent expressings of desires, hurt, and revenge.