Worry Doll

Blown onto into through
A simple receptacle of pained dark
Words. Air. Sounds.
Treated
Like a broken straw doll
Wrung, pulled compressed in your nervous hands
Imparting the corruptive knowledge
Of your sorrows
Ridding me, o so casually, of my ignorance
My innocence.
Twirling me
Like what I am to you
A worry doll
Tainted
Scarred
Irreparable
Irrelevant