Poetry: “Her Body was a Porcelain Doll”

Her Body was a Porcelain Doll           by: Rose Clifford

A single tear lingers on her face,

Pale and fragile, she shakes.

Her thoughts unzipped to an unconscious state,

Kidnapped by the sins of her mind.

 

She transformed into a porcelain doll-

Beautifully inanimate in the pool of her blood,

Seeping into the bedspread,

Cascading like a metronome,

To the white rug of her unmarked floor.

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