Paper Doll

i'm not actually married it's a metaphor

My husband is a paper doll that hangs above my head

The mast by which propelled the sturdy knot holding its stead

He lives in every stranger I, a fool once took to bed

The subtle cuts of paper tickling frozen cheeks made red

And no one sees the blood a bud to peek upon those cheeks beneath the barrier of my skin

Until they find me laying there, and laying different now- for I am paper thin

My husband is the stain that dawns, a stain forever he shall be

For he is not the paper one

The paper one is me

Reviews

[TheRavensWoods]

Wow this was amazing! Beautifully written and expertly crafted, I could hear a soft voice flowing over the words and the flow and the voice mingled perfectly. This poem is one of the best I have ever read. It completely blows me away. I hope one day I’ll be able to write a poem half as good as this. Thank you for sharing such a beautifully heartfelt and dark piece!

[Lucia]

I am extremely flattered! I never would have thought anyone would like my work that much!

[TheRavensWoods]

I absolutely love it!

[Alexa Apothic Red]

Wow.. my jaw drops at your writing.. I feel the flow of your pen because your timing and piecing together of words is perfectly balanced and expertly melodic. Your metaphor--ooh chills.. I too have experienced many of the exact same feelings as you have described so succinctly in this piece: He lives in every stranger I a fool once took to bed. I have definitely lived that and the same aftermath of feelings and emotion too.. that each one cuts away at you until you feel paper thin. Again I am in awe of your beautiful, haunting, sweet and intense writing. I love your word choice, use of imagery and metaphors. I love the dynamics and shifts. You definitely elevate writing to an art. Thank you for the inspiration again!! The rare 100 score is yours again from me.

[Lucia]

I'm so glad you resonated with my writing! There's nothing better for me as a writer that despite my pain I can make it into something beautiful for someone. It means a lot, thank you

[Alexa Apothic Red]

You are welcome of course! The pleasure is mine... to get to read great writers.. I agree.. I have immense gratitude for the pain and storms of my past that they could create beauty in my writing or singing or just in the way I choose to live my life. All of life's conditions can be molded into something beautiful and new in an artist's hands and through an artist's pen or mouth.

[poetgurl]

loved the opening lines, this is a very good write and well expressed

[Unspoken poet]

My husband is the stain that dawns, a stain forever he shall be
For he is not the paper one
The paper one is me

I hint a little of sadness in this write. I enjoyed this, very emotional.

[Paul Bell]

Right title for this powerful piece.
Hidden indoors, hidden inside.
But not really hidden in mind.
Great write.