• we are the porcilin dolls
    perfect, flawless, silent
    he shows us off and expects
    no words
    his inability to converse with emotion
    drops us one by one from the shelf
    i am perfect
    i smile the feigned grin that was painted on my face
    i stay silent
    a doll
    his anger and misnderstanding
    cracks me
    i was perfect
    until words spilt from my lips
    and lies from his
    i rebeled against his words
    i was shattered
    but no marks are etched in my glass
    we are the glass dolls
    his most prized possessions
    yet nothing
    we are the glass dolls
    staying perfect
    injustice
    nothing
    perfect escape from sadness
    look at us
    on the shelf
    dolls