Plastic Limitations

Poetry, Silent Observations

Dolls lined up in neat rows of ten,
each equally afraid of lies, pain and disappointment
Drawn with aching smiles and soulless eyes:
cages are imprinted with redundant words to spark interest

A new era of egocentrically selfless dolls pollute the aisle
while the rest are left to decay into the dust they rose from
And as damaged beauty is glorified,
hearts are lost to the physical eye:

Money, magnified, manic
Absent, apathetic, abandoned
Grated, generic, glorified
Empty, effortless, edited
the end of each relationship is the beginning of every insecurity…


Safety In Restriction.


I suppress it:
The urge to write.
The urge to let my feelings dribble on a page.
I need to control.
Need to know what will happen so I will be prepared.
So nothing will ever hurt me.
With my fort too high to breach.
And my hair too short to climb.
I will not be broken.