Living Doll

If you open my belly beneath my frills you'll find a photo of my other self inside. Be sure not to break the hinge that holds the folds of my porcelain skin with your fine little hands that wowser with those second class citizens in your world of wonder nursery at the top of the long mahogany stair case beyond the landing where only you and nanny go.

Take the little key on the left and turn to hear the words that call from your depths each time she leaves to return with another that is not yours - a woman of beauty has endless possibilites and you've been told fathers are over rated.

Mama, mama, mama, my audio voice will turn, then long jump inside your mind to remind you of the words you once said before the one you loved above all else stopped listening.