Hidden In Glass

July 18, 2011
Porcelain Dolls
that’s all we are
with delicate
painted faces

Through eyes of stone
we block out light
perspective hindered
to match our creators.

And through this agony
we continue to smile
as lies of bliss
bleed through our lips
poison in one taste

They think we’re simple
plain, demure
when I’ve found nothing
more complex

than our beating hearts
malicious, bloodthirsty
trapped in a lonely glass cage

which you’d think to be
But I know glass
as the safest way
to conceal a secret.

After all, you still think
we’re just porcelain dolls.

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