It hurts
Scalding, dripping
Wax melting, boiling
Upon likewise flaccid skin-like
Coverings slipping,

It hurts
Bandages being ripped away
Revealing the ugliness crawling
Beneath, between crevices
Bridged with half-formed scabs
Blackened, molting
Shells cracking,

It hurts
Its breaking
The doll lost, forgotten
Fragmenting into dust
Sandstorm's brewing
And lost in the turmoil
In the confusion, is
Smothered crying
Barely whispers
It hurts.