“eyes glassy, throat bleeding, the strings are pulled into her heart and she assumes her role: the lovely little doll.”
fear, emotions overwhelming
the heart i had once longed for -
is this the extent of myself?
birth, followed by changing days
sleep, followed by haunting faces
do i have no rest?
my creation pulsing throughout light
my destruction flawless at every angle
myself falling, falling so far
unable to speak
voice failing, arms flailing
lungs gasping, hands grasping
i hear your heartbeat
i hear your wandering feet
quiet screams, bursting seams
we’ll all here to see you.