Porcelain doll

Love is a porcelain doll.
So easy to break yet so hard to repair,
The chip may be mended, but the scar always there
The doll sometimes discarded, lays far in the rubble
Of a deserted town barred and closed. 
Some are kept as a keepsake still only subtley loved,
What happens when you break the doll? 

 

emi_art_now

NY

15 years old

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  • leaving the heart

    she takes the stairs, 

    her heels click clacking down the hardwood steps. 

    she turns the tarnished silver doorknob, 

    and the door creaks open. 

     

    before her sits a man. 

  • too far to hold

    I catch a glimpse. 

    from afar, 

    the shine of his silky hair in the golden sunlight

    his expression unreadable, 

    as if he's pondering something he'd never tell a soul. 

  • watching him

    Kathy watched out her window as Samuel left his apartment, 

    spit his gum on the ground

    and lit his cigarette. 

    the same as yesterday. 

    the same as every day.