Dollhouse

 I fall asleep again
Under cold winter breaths
In your ex girlfriend's bed
I can hear the interstate
A quiet silver shrill
Echoing like choral bells
I am a traitor
And I prohibit you
To see me as glitter
Or the blink of Christmas lights
If I become something to you
I would rather die
Than face your rejection
Shame coursing my veins
You are neither knife nor fist
Something deeper like
Surgical stitches
To give and to take away
Blood and life and
I want to remain
Dollhouse playmates
Until my brain rots and
Red fades to white and
Bones can recite
Our poetry.