Dolls---12/7

Dolls

After some chemical mischief
some acid alchemy conjured by the fairies of our addled minds
("hmm" he says "let's make this interesting
shall we?")
So in top hats and togas they performed surgery under the influence.
They removed us, the trees that had grown around their legs
and twined all eight arms together
we thought we had them bound for sure
but they sawed us off
with the intent that we'd whittle ourselves to nothing
but a few wood shavings spelling out the crude nicknames
they made for us when our backs were turned.
In the end, there was no rabbit-footed man
to bring us back to life.
No fairy king laughing to himself
no comical, smeary-eyed queen.
Just two girls lost in the muddy forest
where bears and wolves watch for the opportune moment
when we would turn into dolls
(eventually, girls always do
one way or another.)