My Porcelain Rag Doll - Poem by Charlee Wells
You are the porcelain rag doll on the floor.
Your face is scarred and broken, but your eyes
are still the glazed-green jade I can't ignore.
(I keep you 'neath the bed where childhood hides.)
You are the mirror, magic-mimic glass.
You shine me skewed - I'm much too charmed to see
the danger in your sparkling splintered cracks.
(I shatter with envisioned clarity)
You are the jagged edge - I walk incensed.
You are the shards of glass beneath my feet.
Your cuts are myriad, long and deep against
the grain. (I open scars each time we meet.)
You are the doll beneath my bed - you're memory.
(The beveled bitch inside my mirror's jealousy) .
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