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Porcelain

My face is cracked
I bleed porcelain dust
Pink and blue
And mottled hues
Like fairy floss
And childhood dreams
Put to sleep
Where nightmares creep

My pretty dress torn
The white lace fraying
Pocked with cigarette burns
And lessons unlearned
Iím coloured in the rust
Of antique memories
Stained glass sunsets falling
With whispered secrets calling

I fall apart in bits of thread
Un-stitched, unhinged
Touched with porcelain flecks
A blurred vision in coke-bottle specís
No one to remember
Who I never was
Tears of yesterday unfading
In a beauty so degrading

China pieces shatter lightly
Feather soft on timber
Crushed beneath the feet of new
Defying a childís clumpy glue
Blue eyes staring, lifeless
Painted on flushed skin
The days of tomorrow always come
Leaving yesterday murdered and undone

One may look
But never touch
The beauty of the skin
Souring the soul within
Hidden in a glass cage
Like a shadow box possession
Smuggled out by tiny fingers
Creating a memory that lingers

My face is cracked
I bleed porcelain dust
Pink and blue
And mottled hues
Like fairy floss
And childhood dreams
Put to sleep
Where nightmares creep

© Indie Adams
Indie
Written by Indie (Miss Indie)
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