she aches of porcelain and cigarettes,
a stained soul and broken everything.
she is everywhere, detachable, fully accessible
and never complete.
she is marked up, sold. bought.
blind statuette is not oblivious,
she can feel herself breaking;
she is only a masochist.
chip apart her abuse,
uncover the drains she's circled.
discover the only truth she's ever known,
one of broken hearts and
breaking tears of glass,
and a gaze transfixed on what
she's always seen.
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she smokes another. and another.
white porcelain nicotine stained,
fragmented and destroyed.
take another drag;
how many until she is
unwanted
unharmed
left in peace?
how many until she becomes (w)hole again?
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