Nesting Doll

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Nesting Doll
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John and his shapes.
Four walls and a mouth so still that it was permanently gaped.
A small life but neat place that Julie made.
The clock ticked until it was late.
She'd had enough...

Her love for him had many a dress.
It had a face that many a man would be no less impressed.
But he sat there numb, waiting for bottle of whisky and the death express.
He was so lost...

So she made her plan to make things right.
And to a past where they met and the sun shone bright.
John would dance her late into the night.
There would be peacock feathers to make him see what he had missed,
in the time that he had so blatantly dismissed.
Her eyes would shine again...

Where had we lost the little nesting doll?

She tried so hard to get with it.
Peeling chunks off her own skin and flesh, until she was nothing left but a stick.
Just to make her dream where everything did fit.
It had all gone.

Her need for him was so great that she wasted on herself.
She wasted on herself, like a drug that fed and ate in on itself.
Like an impending doom where they needed everything but themselves.
Relentlessly she refused to give up but fight.
She kept stripping away at her shells.

He sat there with his hazed paradise.
His LSD stool and Stanley knife.
Slipping away into another life.
With cares for hairs on a dead body infested with lice.
His arms all slashed and no medical kit.
That paranoia worse than strife.
What chance did she have?

With one last rage and retaliation from them both.
For the grand solution, she so wonderfully sought.
Her love, that ring and the face that was bought.
They sank each other down.
They sank each other down.

Till they were both done and gone...