Telling my troubles to the horses head on the wall.

Tuesday, December 24, 2013

Baby Doll

I can't be your baby doll
waiting on the shelf
in suspended animation
collecting dust
my dress fraying at the edges
as the glue fades 
and my lashes fall down 

When you aren't looking
I'll climb down
risking my fragile limbs 
to jump off the shelf
my porcelain shell
will  shatter whole on the floor

then
like some mythical stuffed rabbit
I shall love myself
into the arms of life
find my legs
and walk out of your playroom for good. 






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