Dolls

I want to be something pretty
but all I have is all I know

And you can’t bear to hear it

Yet it spills into
Everything I am

I dress it up and paint it for you

But…

The paints are peeling
The stitches are ripping
The colors fade

I try to fit into the future you need

Swallowing my past whole
I choke

And you can’t save me







(December 17th)