Paper Doll

I remain that thing

You tie up in little strings

I smile so wide

When you draw my arms into wings

The day I was born

I was colored all bright

As I grew up I lay

Neglected for many nights

Fold me anyway you want

Crumble me in your arms

Then press me into your lap

You do me no harm

And when you’ll grow old

And your hands will be frail

You’ll remember your paper doll

You furiously impaled

Will you remember tearing apart?

Carving my limbs for show?

You’ll know I was never alive

I was always my own ghost.

sad-doll-sitting

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