Dusty Silly Dolly

I am she.

Tears falling in the shadows
where darkness hits the ceiling
atop the wardrobe
your old dolly
and I watch from here
to see how the new game goes
while my heart beats
hollow plastic thudding
inside a tightening chest
they whisper but I hear it
over the cracking
of my porcelain
they just want to win.

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