with head lopped off
cracked is her plastic hair
laying in the corner
under the rocking chair

once was a princess
dressed in red satin
dancing pirouettes
in a music box
before she was flattened

Just a figurine
of a woman
with painted crimson cheeks
in a mirrored prison
walled in felt
that did not recognize herself

Trinkets thrown in
tarnished
color faded
yellowed the varnish
memories evaded

But the music plays
the same song
without the tiny dancer
as the little stick turns
in the center