Porcelain skin
ruby cheeks
she peers out
beneath long silky lashes
and eyes the world
And she looks so
pretty
So sane
A model of what
everyone wants
a dolly to be
Soft smile
Cool demeanor
and that studious
bent that
keeps her sailing
along smooth blue waves
This, this
is what you see
But beneath the pretty glittery flesh
lies a secret
you dare not imagine,
could never fathom
For a terrible mistake was made
when she broke free from
her mould and
sprung to life
A few little wires
were not quite hooked up
A few tiny bolts were
forgotten by the wayside
And now the porcelain girl
she screams
and rages
against the black hole within
Yet this, you see not;
you see a small grin
She raises her eyes to
plea for remorse
But no words emerge
from her lips
No words to be heard
An unsung
anti-love song
that holds testament to
years of shame
and pain
And so she speaks
the only way she can
With actions, with gestures,
miming her calamity
while you smile,
and nod,
and say "What a good girl,
More glitter, more glue" --
And she seems good as new
She dresses in silver to reflect
the sun that stings her eyes
with tiny knives
A glittered smile doesn't fade
But the smooth porcelain
hides a tattered fabric within,
and tonight the outside must match in
Her soft little hands
express what she cannot say;
this ignorance of her plight
is about to decay
The defect surfaces through her sin
A sticky moist trail of tears
beg to be wept - and her
poseable arms comply
A flicker and a flash
kills the illusion,
Short circuits the guise,
She is pretty flesh
no more
The smooth porcelain
shattered on the floor
Sweep her away,
wires and the clay
There are always more dolls
to be bought and sold.
