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in the house of the dolls #6
Blurred portraits hung on the walls
of people we never knew.
For we only experienced the fickle
cruelty of children.
In a bitter farce of acceptance
and love,
we were forced to stand
with our arms open.
But inside, we were crumbling,
curling in on ourselves.
Aching to hide from the light,
from the harsh glow
of their stares.
Behind smiles and satin,
we suffered.
of people we never knew.
For we only experienced the fickle
cruelty of children.
In a bitter farce of acceptance
and love,
we were forced to stand
with our arms open.
But inside, we were crumbling,
curling in on ourselves.
Aching to hide from the light,
from the harsh glow
of their stares.
Behind smiles and satin,
we suffered.
Published 29th May 2024
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