A rag doll.
Pieces sewn together,
I see this girl, destroyed.
I reach out,
Her heart pulsing.
But I pierce her plastic eyes.
This is permanent,
A pseudo smile stitched on your face,
But I know better.
They all wonder where you've gone,
Bursting at the seams.
A cliche,
But I know better.
False interpretations,
Make ups and cover ups,
masks and paints,
I know better.
In sunlight,
I cut your stitching,
Open your being,
And watch the cicadas drift.
You are free
And I am here...
Then you wake up,
A cloth thing still,
In darkness slumped,
Leftover.
Remnants of a bridge
Now hang for life.
and a river rages between,
On opposite sides we stand.
These waters don't fear me,
But this needle in my back does,
I follow the thread to rag doll hands.
Empty eyes scream for help,
A stitched mouth mutes her pain,
I hear all of this louder then the roaring world.
A shard of class cuts my skin,
To sever your threads.
These waters don't scare me,
But this needle does..
I know better.
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 8:39 PM UTC
A rag doll.
Pieces sewn together,
I see this girl, destroyed.
I reach out,
Her heart pulsing.
But I pierce her plastic eyes.
This is permanent,
A pseudo smile stitched on your face,
But I know better.
They all wonder where you've gone,
Bursting at the seams.
A cliche,
But I know better.
False interpretations,
Make ups and cover ups,
masks and paints,
I know better.
In sunlight,
I cut your stitching,
Open your being,
And watch the cicadas drift.
You are free
And I am here...
Then you wake up,
A cloth thing still,
In darkness slumped,
Leftover.
Remnants of a bridge
Now hang for life.
and a river rages between,
On opposite sides we stand.
These waters don't fear me,
But this needle in my back does,
I follow the thread to rag doll hands.
Empty eyes scream for help,
A stitched mouth mutes her pain,
I hear all of this louder then the roaring world.
A shard of class cuts my skin,
To sever your threads.
These waters don't scare me,
But this needle does..
I know better.
