- A painful metamorphosis -

There once was a woman
who woke up in the morning
feeling weak and soft,
discovering in the mirror
the reflection of a rag doll.

By the time the sun
was up, in the middle of the sky
and bright burning rays
equalized all,
the poor thing shook from head to toe,
fearing for her pale skin,
made of thin, white cloth.

When she touched her head,
instead of silky hair,
she found the round tips
of pins, all over her.

She saw her mouth was sewn
and her head was heavy with hay.
It's strange that she could feel the pain,
deprived of her humanity.

Then she felt brutal hands
that lifted her stuffed body
up, to an unknown fate,
only to let her fall
into the knifelike night.

She could feel precisely
a thousand needles thrust
into what used to be her flesh;
her body was
that of a Voodoo doll
and the curse was on her.

Her jagged life has now ended,
yet her soul is trapped within her,
till the strong seams that stitch her sides
will fall apart, one day.