China Doll

She sits perfectly on her window ledge,

looking inward.

He polishes her face, straightens her hair

then positions her legs gracefully: 

how any woman should be.

He locks her away 

until an overflow 

of suited men filter in.

They peak at her dotty dress, her tiny hands,

lacey socks and run 

their fingers across her frail body,

inject their nails

into her skin, poison her 

with their words then claiming her

as their possession.