Jilted

I wrote this poem last year and this is what prompted the ironic title of my blog - "The Happy Poet" since my now 15 year old thinks it's too dark!

perhaps i can turn myself inside out
like a ragdoll ripped open at the seams
stuffing spilling out in white confetti clumps
over the red carpet.

perhaps my eyes will become still,
button eyes, wooden, unsighted
no longer watching out for a future
that will never happen

i will hold this doll in my arms
wrapped in a mocking hug
the strands of  coarse woollen hair woven through mine
one motionless body tacked to another

later he will find her
the torn, twisted body discarded on the floor
limbs disjointed,
a joker's grin slashed across her one eyed face

but he will never find me