The light in her eyes twinkles like teapots and chiped china
She is chiped china
She comes from a little town where bad things sometimes happen
Like double rainbows draining and dripping down to meet the land
Trickling hearts and minds into reality
You see... that's never where she wanted to be
So she made a casket called home
That's where the broken dolls go so they can rest in peace
Broken down dolly faces
Pouty lips now in different places
crevices and deep spaces
Spiderwebs in the glass that was once whole
Glass Crums licked up by demon babies with tongues ten feet long
Her tears are snow globes
Moisture containing storms of emotion
Like a dresser drawer filled with ocean
...Yes
Her eyes were once stars and shined with curiosity
But it burnt out long ago
Now her seeing tunnels are stained glossy
The world she cannot unsee
Dec 14, 2016
Dec 14, 2016 at 9:06 PM UTC
The light in her eyes twinkles like teapots and chiped china
She is chiped china
She comes from a little town where bad things sometimes happen
Like double rainbows draining and dripping down to meet the land
Trickling hearts and minds into reality
You see... that's never where she wanted to be
So she made a casket called home
That's where the broken dolls go so they can rest in peace
Broken down dolly faces
Pouty lips now in different places
crevices and deep spaces
Spiderwebs in the glass that was once whole
Glass Crums licked up by demon babies with tongues ten feet long
Her tears are snow globes
Moisture containing storms of emotion
Like a dresser drawer filled with ocean
...Yes
Her eyes were once stars and shined with curiosity
But it burnt out long ago
Now her seeing tunnels are stained glossy
The world she cannot unsee
