A Toy

Pretty, blonde, seemingly perfect proportions.
Bright blue eyes and a reassuring smile.
Long hair that's soft to the touch,
she used to be a friend.
I used to think she could hear me when I whispered my secrets,
and I knew she wouldn't tell.

Then something changed.

Her hair fell as I held the scissors in my hand,
silver glinting like ghoulish moonlight.
I pierced her ears, then her nose, then her fingers.
Gave her mascara like the real one.
"Customised" her clothes, made them all black and ripped.
Painted her lips and gave her contacts.
Seperated her from the others.
She got a divorce, lost her kids, house and car,
to live in the slums and the Underworld
where daylight never comes.

Welcome to the New World.