Pale Thoughts

I for one can't keep my mind off of playing with dolls.

What is it of a porcelain doll?

Is it her eyes? They show a loving fear of the attention left coming

Is it her lips? A beautifully frail border of words left coming

Is it her sunken cheeks?

Her concave throat?

Her paper white skin, so gone and fragile of the days left coming

What is it of her that leaves the tinge of metal staining my mouth?

Her desperate plea for her investigation thinly veiled as a cry for help?

She knows no one could save her if they tried.

She knows because she denies them

Refuses to be guided astray from her desires.

Her fantasies

   Of harmonies

              Vehement screams

     Only seen

         In fantasy

Reviews

[Scott Metro]

I wonder who the real porcelain doll is...is it you that is being defined...isn't there a touch of porcelain doll in all women?...I don't know...I think so...but I really don't know.

A pleasant read...

Scott

[Muse]

The presentation...I JUST LOVE IT!
Does this doll have a soul? Can she cry and grow old?
Tell me...does she have any stories that need to be told?

[labyrinthapathy]

It means a lot to me.
She has many stories, but few listeners and much difficulty communicating with her mouth sewn shut. She has a lively tormented soul. She can still smile, but she may have exhausted her emotions.

[Muse]

not exhausted

the eyes tell all...