Paper dolls
Soft skin
Or
A sharp tongue
Blurred vision
Or
The clarity
Of the blind
Apparently
We will
Wash
You
We will
Clean you
Until
There is
Nothing left
No skin
No bones
No worth
And
No value
And you can
Argue
All you like
Put yourself
In the dock
Ring me
From
Long ago
And far away
Just tell me
One thing only
How you would
Like me
To answer
What you want
Because
When I swirl
The dirty water
Down the plug hole
Close my eyes
Until another day
Reluctantly
When I open them
I hope
Everything will be
Different
And the world
Has spun its
Web
And the people
Have moved on
Instead of being
Cardboard cutouts
And waiting
For the fire
If only
I had
A
Match
Well maybe then
You'd see
Cynthia Buell Thomas
Sat 17th Jan 2015 17:00
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