Perfect doll

My flesh was once clay

My eyes puddles of paint

Arms toned by hands

Toes cut separate by a knife

My hair was once someone else’s

Plucked into my head

Fingernails planted into the tips of my fingers

Nose poked out from the rest of my face

Cheeks blushed slightly with powder

My mouth was carved open and decorated with teeth

And now I’m the perfect little clay doll