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.