I first saw her stood behind the glass
Among several porcelain beauties.
At eighteen inches tall,
She dwarfed the skinny Barbie sized queens
All dressed in Victorian garb.
Her soft vinyl body had been bashed and scratched.
Adorned with black blotches;
Like bruises from previous battles.
Her hair, a child's wind jungle,
Matted and unkempt.
A handwritten label was pressed against her chest:
"€20", no more, no less.
Like a CV applying for the position of my newest companion.
Prepared to brave the unknown,
She allows herself to fall into nurturing hands
And feel the embrace of childlike adoration once again.
YOU ARE READING
Koi Boy
PoesíaA collection of poetry I've written to document some of the experiences I've had as a young person living in Ireland.
