The Doll...Part 2 (January 22, 2011)

Two weeks

Since the last time

Stacey had dressed up.

Freely walking
Around the house

As herself

And not

The hated Stuart.

Promising herself

To be more careful

In tidying up

And putting away
Her clothes.

Before someone saw her

Specifically Jane.

Unbeknown to Stacey

Jane has installed

A small camera

Among her doll collection.

Hoping to catch Stuart

Touching them

Without permission.

Except
Jane wasn't expecting

What she saw
On her monitor

When she got home

Tired from work.

She saw her baby brother

Dressed completely

As a young girl

Wearing a light blue

Polka dotted calico dress

With navy blue leotards

And black patent

Mary Jane's shoes.

The face was completely free

Of any make-up

Except for

The black nail polish

On her fingernails.

Her long glossy dark brown hair

Was divided into pigtails

Two golden hoop earrings

Hung from each ear.

“Holy shit”

Escaped her mouth

Before she realized it.

Hoping
No one heard her.

Playing back several times

The image of Stacey

Longing to hold

One of Jane’s dolls

In her arms.

Her hands straying

Just inches away

From totally disobeying

Jane’s command.

“What am I

Going to do with him

And his desire
For my dolls”.

Jane thought to herself

Not knowing

Where he got his outfit from

Except it was not

From her’s

Or mom’s closet.

Should I tell mom

About his cross-dressing

Hoping to put an end

To his desire to hold

One of her dolls.

Or keep quiet

And see

Where this leads to

Before she blows the whistle

On him?

Therisa © 2011

Author's note: The second installment of a poem, taken from my poetic vault.