Barbie Doll.

[arcane_felice]

The waist is rigid as a doctrine, the body formed to carry clothes, the feet shaped to stiletto heels, frozen into point the toes. Marked with a factory signature, yeilds to credit or cash, made not to caress, but pose; modeled for a camara flash. The fingers durable and plastic webbed together, form a hand, the third emerges like a thorn, soliciting a wedding band. The detail royal on all the gowns pearls sugaring the wedding dress, a perfect doll, unbreakable; stoney and nippleless the breast. Her body, which is perfect, Is impenetrable. It is her capsule, Orbiting through childhoods which follow childhoods which follow childhoods, the nest of decades that emerge from one another. Children are her oxygen. The life oils in their hands have made her plastic tougher than muscle or bone. The one way to destroy her is dismemberment. Her perfection is a violence. Fling her to the soil; she stands upright and quivers, a thrown knife, grasp her carelessly, her feet and hands can damage, the flesh laddered suddenly with blood. One of the small things that cause consequences; a slap, a razor, a pinch of cyanide.One of the things whose smaller is a honing; a piranha, the switchblade of the sea.

I dunno, I'm in a weird mood. Leave me alone. I'll kill you all.