Doll

Porcelain doll crawling through slumber

Tear drop eyes, clear and cold

She dreams outside of nightmares

As dust collects upon her skin

An android with a frozen breath

Her ashen face resides in artificial light

Smooth, carved by celestial touch

Emerald dress caught in childhood

Fountain of youth starving her death

Her skin remains unbroken

Free of acidic mucous

In the night, the flies crawl

Through her frayed horsehair

She speaks no words

There is merely a blend of frost and wonder

settled within her soul

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