Monday, December 17, 2007

Dark Doll

She sits, my shadow,
porcelain and lace,
fragile figment
of one too many dreams
and two too many drinks.

She sings, the darkness,
and silent screams
echo only in the hollow
of my heart.

She weeps, dark doll eyes
drip drops of loss.

And you, too tall,
hold her, so small
in your hands.

Whisper of wings.

Pull her strings.

It's ok.
I'll let you.

Someone has to.

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