Rag Doll
a useage, pleasurative
for laughs and breathing moans
a cry, silent
reaching no ears,
scaring no hearts.
tears full of hatred
skin quivered of fear
eyes warm, soft
bleeding mascara
stained to pale skin.
vulnerable, dead
touch cold, breathless
no one knows
no one sees
behind fakened smiles,
beneath watered eyes,
along broken flesh.
by
broken3heart3posted on 04/11/2008
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