A Balled of
Survivors
by -Thee Doll Manipulator
Porcelin bodies lay broken and smashed
dirt and sorrow creeps into thee cracks
faces melt down under thee strain
ov scars dripped into a mind
Skin peels back over skeleton hands
they quiver and thrust outword
reaching, for thee innocent delight
ov young lips brushing together
Liquid bodies fall in beautiful symmetry
they drift and shift above starving faces
sunken cheekbones which starve for simplicity
pale desires which trancend human delight