A Doll on Birth and Death
I am a doll, I know this. I have an Owner, and I am his. Doll has an Owner. Owner made the doll, and doll is happy. Owner kisses the doll, and doll is happy. Owner hits the doll, and this is also a kiss, and doll is happy. I know this too, I was once not a doll. I had a name like Owner and Owner’s friends. I do not remember these things, but Owner says they are true, so I know these are true. I remember some things. I remember being small and there being someone big and there being pain somewhere that now only ever feels good. I remember remembering these things and I remember they hurt. But know they do not. Pain was not good. I know this. When I am hit, or opened by Owner, there is no pain, only love. I am a doll, and I shall give you a kiss.. ...