Ragdoll Tea Party.

I look around, the pale light
Making each of their faces almost
translucent.
Ghastly, long, pallid
And the eyes
are like empty sockets
Shiny little black buttons- black holes.
As you look into them
They suck every emotion and feeling
out of you
And their mouths
just messily stitched-on lines
crooked and hostile.
And all of them are
hunched over in their chairs
sitting around my little pink table.
Hopeless, dreamless, and brainless.
Incapable of anything and everything.
They are
My Ragdolls at my tea party.
My best friends.