You are the survivor of more than one life

May 27, 2020 § Leave a comment

You slept with an eye open

And hands fisted,

On your brown belly.

When I think of you now I feel anger and fear-

There is no more pain or sadness

Which comes when hope blocks all reason.

I sleep under your balcony, not five metres

From the bed in which you broke me.

All my life is here now, in the whispers of this garden.

In the morning, the birds speak of the last doll

Every little girl remembers.

Such a shame we do not know it is the last doll,

Or we might have demanded grander, greater.

We don’t know we each are growing up to be

The last doll.

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