The Faceless Doll

In the dark side of life,
There is always a dark corner.
In that corner there is a faceless doll.
That doll is possessed by The Corner's
    darkness and her very own secrets.

She has no face,
She cannot smell,
She cannot see,
And she cannot speak.

She can walk,
But she's afraid of what she'll find.
She can move,
But she's afraid to move too much.
She can hear,
But she tries not to.
She can feel,
But she doesn't like to.
She has emotions,
But she thinks they are weaknesses.

She knows there are things outside
    The Corner's darkness.
In that darkness nothing exists but lonesomeness.
That lonesomeness provokes secrets.
Secrets that leave scars.

I wish I could escape.
But I'm intimidated by the things outside
    the darkness.
All I know is me, this Corner ,and it's darkness.

I may not have the ability to speak,
But I can stand here in The Corner's darkness
    and make a sound.
Just one.
The same one.
Over and over again.

You walk by me,
You look at me,
You see all my secrets,
You look at my again to  make sure you're not
    imagining things,
You realize you're not imagining things and run,
But before you leave,
I put my index finger over the place on my faceless
    face where my mouth would be,
Turn your way,
And make my one and only sound.
Shhhhhh.

                                                                  ~Dusk '08