Eyes stare out against the grain <br />A lovely face not yet decayed <br />The lips once lush are now so dull <br />The face of another broken doll <br />The insects ate away her clothes <br />And she lays now deadened and exposed <br />Her hair in shambles, half fell out <br />Expression blank and rotted now <br />And at first she appeared to be alone <br />But look around and hear the moans <br />The darkened room glows just from them <br />And you need not even pretend <br />That you are not upon the brink <br />Look out now, did she just blink?<br /><br />Melissa K Vigna<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/broken-dolls/
