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She burnt away, rotting from within
Until all that was left was ceramic skin
Perfectly painted with only one crack
Just below the knee, a hole of deep black
The only blemish on a porcelain doll,
Showing inside she was nothing at all
But empty and hollow, full of dead space
A vacuous vacuum with a manufactured face
No love in her heart, nothing in her head
AnaMia’s glassy eyes already felt dead
But she still smiled a fixed, painted grin
Because now that doll was finally thin.
Via Daily Prompt: Thin
I have a concrete body
And a restless soul,
A rib-caged heart
And lungs of coal.
The tide changes
In my bloodstream.
Ruffled heart feathers
Screaming run, change, move.
Via Daily Prompt: Tide