Dark, Freestyle, Poetry, Writing

The Doll

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Porcelain limbs bound by silk chains,

Button eyes masked with velvet fabric

Bathed in the deepest hue of scarlet

Mouth sealed, stitch by stitch, 

Never will it speak again

Every waking moment is a painful reminder

Of a stolen existence, 

Discarded in the sanctity of twilight

A name forgotten both by mind and heart, 

It crawls towards a silent, lonely death

Finally, a scream wrenches from sewn lips,

Desperately pleading to be uncaged

Please, this lovely doll wants to be set free

© 22 February 2020, by Haley Scully

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