Grubby little fingers,
Syrup-sticky hands
You took me
You oversized toddler
And I
Nothing more
Than a garage sale Barbie
For you to bend and break
Testing every joint
Twisting at the socket
Putting those
Grimy hands
Where they should never be

How I wonder
If your beady eyes noticed
That skin-bound picture book
Scribbled on my thighs
Perhaps you chose
To skip those finer lines
I guess it didn’t matter
It happened all the same
And now
With police and services
Forms stacked into a file
Everybody says “we’re so sorry”
Then they leave after a while
Support arrived
In clipboards and checkboxes
I can’t forget what you’ve done
This body keeps the fucking score

Now I’m sitting
Alone
My heart’s paint chipping
My breathing just a feature
Pullstring not included
And all your little gifts
These piles stacking higher
With a liquid poison,
A nasty nicotine habit
And bags of useless evidence
I once called clothes
Your fingerprints have vanished
But I feel them all the same

You took something from me
Like a gaudy souvenir
Tell me,
Was it worth it?
Did you like it?
Would you do it again?
Did it make your day?
Come on and tell me
Was it porno perfect?
Was I your fantasy?
Would you take another round?
Did you cum?

I am not a doll
Not your secondhand plaything
Nor your little keepsake
I am
A person.
You just never cared enough
To learn the difference.