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