Crumpled wrapping paper, eyes beaming bright in her shiny sealed box, my Jessie Doll. Squealing, my fingers raced, a flawless sight of innocence over a Jessie doll. But shattered purity escaped at bedtime with my doll held tight in the dark, weeping. He'd tell me that it's alright that I shouldn't mind with her eyes centered with mine, but seeping. Each night she was there to help me relax Mom and dad were present, but all work no play as he stood by the wall, we turned our backs Jessie and I together like birds of prey we looked into each other's eyes, this has to end. We escaped, not just a doll, everlasting friend.