The Doll | Teen Ink

The Doll

April 10, 2014
By SophiaWood GOLD, New City, New York
SophiaWood GOLD, New City, New York
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The days pass
And I remain
A smile frozen
On my face
Unmovable
Unusable
Skin chipped and
Pealing
One eye a
Dusty blue
The other gone
I am lost amid
Junk
In a dark
And endless Drawer
A marble
On my left
A penny
On my right
They’re like me
They can’t speak
Or cry
Or scream
We are locked
Within our own
Consciousness
Unmovable
Unusable
Lost to the master
Above



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