Broken Toys

Broken Toys

A Poem by Harlotte Crow

Broken toys are prone to sorrow.
Broken toys are prone to hurt.
Broken toys are covered in dust.
Broken toys are covered in dirt.


Smash a dolly and break more than her bones.
A seemingly solid structure so easily shaken.
Her shatter and splatter was “no harm done”.
Now slivers, her identity was taken.


Smash a dolly and break more than her spirit.
What bothered her now never did before.
Through a façade grin her face told misery.
Through a façade grin her face told gore.


Before one leaves to depart,
open up to find room in your heart,
for a shattered and broken toy today.


Conjure every ounce of melotheatrics!
Toss boxes and bats to find room in your attics!
Like Rochester to Bertha, damn them up there to stay!

© 2017 Harlotte Crow


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Added on March 18, 2017
Last Updated on March 18, 2017
Tags: dark, toys, emotional pain, hurt

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Harlotte Crow
Harlotte Crow

Elkridge, MD



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