something about those porcelain eyes…

A Porcelain Doll’s Glissading Tears

Eyes blinked
that shouldn’t have

followed steps and skips
that shouldn’t have

echoed in empty halls
that should have been

filled with laughter, hollow now.
That shouldn’t have

been released, behind cracked glass
that should have been

left forgotten.
That shouldn’t have

heads turning, tears glistening.
That shouldn’t have

dried
tracing dirt red stains on walls.

by, Stoney Moss

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