Velvet BoxesA Poem by Elizabeth
once I had a china doll
I dropped her and she broke and it broke my heart to see her perfect face smashed they bought me another doll that looked just the same but I knew that my baby doll was in the trash with a broken head satin dress covered in coffee grounds little girls should not be playing in the trash, they said come open your gift… my new doll was beautiful but she was a lie and I hated her she slept in her velvet box while Annie lay in garbage but I carried the impostor up to my room like a traitor I studied her cold hands, her dead stare and I knew what would happen to me if I broke little girls and china dolls are the same you see broken little girls rot in velvet boxes and their china dolls are hidden away in trash cans either way be careful not to let your cracks show © 2011 ElizabethReviews
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Added on April 23, 2011Last Updated on April 23, 2011 AuthorElizabethWonderland, TNAboutI am Alice through the looking glass...I mix my metaphors with barbiturates. I take my mania with a glass of milk and I rarely look before crossing the street. Walk a mile in my mary janes, friend. .. more..Writing
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