This paper doll heart
& porcelain
face of mine
show years of wear and tear
in vivid c_r_a_c_k_s and r/i/p/s/
I am nostalgic for the days
when I was new
and still well loved.
♥♥♥
But now,
my limbs are ((folded))
onto themselves
and I am
= q u a r a n t i n e d =
to reside in the m.u.s.t.y.
wooden box
obfuscated
in the corner of this playroom.
Once glorious jasmine hair
is now s*n*a*r*l*e*d and
knotted
while kaleidoscopic eyes ECLIPSE
the traumas of yesterday
as wanderlust dies
m
e
e
k
l
y
of a quiet shadow death.
Gold trophy winner
Silver trophy winner
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