I Am Molly
Tanya Lynn Bons

My name is Molly 
I am a mannequin in the store window 
I am a madwoman 
I am one of your favorites 
It is a shame 
Dressed in petites 
I am the girl behind your wildest desires 
You love me, you love me, you love me 
Scream it and point at me 
Finger on the glass 
Unforgettable rebate offered Molly 
Meet me at the return counter late 
I sit and stare out at the world 
Whimpering and wondering what the cold feels like 
Like my mother, like my father 
I am nothing 
I am Molly of one face, of one place, always 
Put me on your pedestal 
or forever scream 
I love you, I love you, I love you 
and point at me behind the glass

Ariabella
Tanya Lynn Bons

At first I thought you would be full and plentiful, 
pure and educational. 
You weren't though, 
You were scarce and cold, long and ridden. 
I thought you, Ariabella, would be beauty, warmth, 
and reality. 
You weren't though, 
You were a chill with auburn hair, 
Cold and carrion like, 
and now, straight from my heart I tell you 
You will be forgotten. 
Your family was from a small white bread, lilac bush, New England Town, 
and you walked alone on Partridge Hill thinking you were 
better than everyone else around you. 
Your eyes saw the crayfish I saw, 
Your lungs breathed the summer air I breathed. 
You held your head high while others looked at you. 
You had to sleep to keep yourself busy. 
But I tell you now, that dinner on the Ferris wheel,  
that hot summer night, that walk on the hill,  
I have forgotten it and  
I have forgotten you too.