A Dolls Life

• Popi Tamblyn, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2013

The soft locks,
The plastic expression,
The fake grin.
The figure that moves so delicately, like clothes in the wind.
The eyes so perfectly shaped.
The ears too faultless to explain.
The apparel neatly tucked.
The head perfectly placed.
It's life all in shape, in the hands of a mortal child.
The mortal child carries it with no such care.
The once perfect head now dragging along the baby pounded carpet.
The clothes now ratted, torn, ripped into threads.
From the good and bad experiences of it's short, tired life.
It's soft locks now sucked on
The plastic expression ruined.
The fake grin- a dreadful one.
The figure moving with it's broken misplaced innocence.
The eyes cracked and shattered,
In the hands of a mortal child.