Dancing doll
flying high
twirling
spinning
ricocheting off the walls
of the dark room
with the moonlight shining
through the window
wrapping around her like ribbons.
Her alabaster face
breaks
cracks
and runs down her middle
to her toes.
She falls from the canopy
of moonlight and shadows
to the old wood floor
as she breaks even more.
She lies
silent
broken
just as beautiful as before.
the dance is over
Author notes
Verbal abuse... It's not just sticks and stones, you know...
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