Broken Dolls

by Anna B. Lee

©2010

Broken dolls on dusty shelves

Painted smiles that cannot speak

Of what's been seen by eyes

That sparkle no more

 

Hollow inside

 

No pink frilly tea parties

No innocent little sleepovers

With pretty little hairdos

 

Nothing here, but darkness and filth

Black mold creeping up their dresses

Bugs crawling into their cracked little arms

Unable to shake them off

 

No one will touch them

Dirty as hell

No one will bother to look twice

 

Lock the door and don't go back

Don't look twice

Don't go back

 

Time won't heal every wound

Time rots

Time corrodes

Time tells tales

 

Don't look twice

Don't go back

 

Lock the door

Run like hell

Don't go back

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Anna B. Lee is a 38-year-old wife and mother of 2. She was raised in the northwoods of Wisconsin, in a very small town. She enjoys outdoor activities, reading, playing the piano, flute, and guitar, singing, and of course, writing. She also enjoy going to movies, or just cozying up to a rental. Time with her family is the most important.

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