by Satya Bosman
The outer doll is competent, can open jars on her own. Pokes herself to feel
if she’s real. The next doll dreams of her teeth falling out and a shiny red
nose. Checks her face in the mirror, the moment she wakes up. The next doll
is watching her biological clock, tick tick. The doll after that is still crying
about the fringe she cut. The smallest doll is a seed, listening, waiting.
Satya Bosman is the founder and co-editor of the Black Cat Poetry Press. Publications include 14 Magazine, Suburban Witchcraft, Acropolis Journal, Seaside Gothic, The Lake and more recently in Porridge Magazine and Poetry Lighthouse and upcoming in The Storms Journal. Her poetry won Third Prize in the Kent & Sussex Poetry Society annual folio competition 2025 judged by Ella Frears. Her debut collection, Dream Logic, will be published by Crumps Barn Studio in 2026.
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