Archives for the month of: January, 2015

paper doll

She felt like she was made of something other than flesh and blood

she felt paper thin like a paper doll

a paper doll with a torn heart

when she should have skin like an elephant’s

hers was more like parchment

she was a paper doll

a paper doll with tattered dreams

tears streaked her flimsy cheeks

this paper life curled at the edges

she wanted to strike a match

and burn down this paper house

dying embers falling like rain set aflame

this paper doll wanted to sail away

in a paper boat.

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Blood orange sunset
tea bitter with
tears.

The flowers grow blood orange sunsets
in winter
crystal petals
prick
crimson drops.