The Haunting Of the Ragdoll

 
 
Shut away within the midnight asylum
where the ill-repentant fly sheds dissonance
into the spectrum of silence, a small
moresel for the wretched pen, within a stir  
of the old revenant hearts...
 
Peer'n through these blackened walls
are the echoes of old laughter set,
like decay o'ercomes the scent' the
maddening call of wildflowers--
which disturb the air
with beauty and imperfection.
 
"Every petal plucked seems a sin,"
she smiled sadly at her own reflection.
"Be it for love or of some other devotion;
the bloom is e'er shattered
and scattered to the winds.
Into the arms of the toxic mother
of the disappeared."
 
"When one eye sleeps,
the other eye dreams,"
she sputters through the haze
of all of those broken emotions...
 
"If thine eye offends thee,
you must put it out.
Yet I cannot be certain
which eye it is that has
caused me to bear the weight
of all of these  
buzzing black spells--
where only the smell
of all of these disenchantments
linger, thickly in my brain,
like tumors"...
 
The eyes of the old ragdoll
glower from the bank of once upon a time.
Wearing a pretty new dress
and a smile stitched into her face
like the ghost of a child.  
 
It's image, at once both,  
lost in its knowning;
and tinged with a clown-like
innocence, the bleed and run  
within the current
of a dirty old river...
 
At the break of morning's light,
there remains a gathering taint  
of shadows, hidden below a
wither of leaves and the bow
of withered wildflowers.
 
 
**Originally submitted for the Dark By Nature contest.**