Bonded porcelain.

Upon the dusty shelf, the place where she has always been, she looks below at the girl she has known for years.

Supple skin, warmth, bouncy hair. What it meant to be real.

On the shelf, her Victorian dress is bonded to her. She is bonded to the shelf. Her ringlet curls are bonded against her head. She is bonded to the shelf.

Sometimes, at night, the girl would sneak a boy into her room. She admired him, them, what they did together.

She never knew anything but the shelf. She wanted what the boy would give the girl at night. She wanted what the girl had.

Supple skin, warmth, bouncy hair. What it meant to be real.

A box sits by the shelf for a while. The girl, whom she has known for years, grabs her by the hand and places her in the box. She is sealed in darkness and moved to a place cold and damp.

She can no longer see. She is bonded to the box, bonded to her dress, bonded to her hair, bonded to her memories of the times at night and what it meant to be real.

– Jessa

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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One thought on “Bonded porcelain.

  1. shankalicious says:

    Percocet, Molly percocet. Mask on, fuck it mask off. That’s what this poem reminds me of. Gotta feel real, gotta do drugs to feel real. The disassociation in this poem is quite stark compared to some of your other writing. It reminds me of A Bell Jar. The split selves of the woman is felt immediately as the porcelain doll looks down at the ‘real’ woman she has known for years. The fact that emphasis of knowledge and spatial time signals a strong relationship between the two, perhaps even one sided. The doll wishes to be real, and the emphasis of real as she watches the ‘real’ woman. Interestingly, the only thing the ‘real’ woman does is sex, an act which can trigger disassociation. Yet, nothing in the poem eludes to it being violent, as the doll wishes for this ‘reality’. Further, the doll and girl are both bonded to the patriarchal world. SHIT it’s the big P WUUURD. The girl IS real through the man. ‘She wanted what the boy would give the girl at night’. The boy gave the girl life, bouncy hair, supple skin, etc. Without a man, the girl is a porcelain doll on a shelf. The tragedy of the situation is the girl, leading the doll by the hand, to the box. Who picks up a doll by the hand? The emphasis on leading, and by the hand, emphasizes the humanizing of the doll. Hence disassociation. The girl as finally bonded this part of herself somewhere, therefore neither will feel real. Not until that doll makes like Chucky and breaks the bonds of, partriarchy!, and starts shanking some bitches.

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