Broken Dolls

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


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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