porcelain smiles

fragmented truths split the porcelain dolls posing in the next room forever waiting on the badly impersonated wood shelves (it is why no one can guess the tree) for someone to break them to save them from this torture andthey begintheir well rehearsed lines this night that will lead to raised voices and vile threats that will lead to loss of control loss of dignity and something will get thrown a glass, a spoon, a plate of salsa and chips she will work her way to the bottom of the stairs and allow herself one final scream before ascending to her room she will contemplate the porcelain dolls as she catches a glimpse of them within arms reach and they secretly plea for her to do it but in their simple quiet beauty they hold the only bit of sanity she can still touch her only reason to cry

Deckard

I began writing poetry when I was a teenager and it truly saved me from a destructive path. 'Time Heals' will be on my grave stone'. I have 3 incredible kids who are the greatest gifts that God has given me. If I have advice to give to aspiring...

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