Tin

A Poem by Rainee Whiting

Tin

Hollow shell,

vacant stare.

Absent heart,

no longer care.

Movement strained,

motion slowed.

A ping then drag,

on the yellow brick road.

Rain falls,

smears painted grin.

Exposing she,

is made of tin.

Rainee

© 2016 Rainee Whiting

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Added on October 24, 2016
Last Updated on October 24, 2016

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Rainee Whiting

Las Vegas, NV

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