Plastic Doll

Plastic doll

I blink my eyes
Fluttering my curvy lashes
My sigh-worthy, limpid
Fake pools of desire.

My perpetual
Red-lipped, toothy smile
Teases and invites
Insipid fires.

My cheap plastic hands
Are servile and inviting
With chipped helpless nails
Painted to perfection

My legs are long;
Peaking breasts
Curved without a crease
Smooth, endless, synthetic.

Then i was plastic
Now i am broken
Lying unused
A tattered token.

(c) Shweta Taneja, July 2009