Behind various dusted objects she lay.
Hidden from others without show;
Deemed, surrounded, faced with shadows
Not a single care they cast her.
Torn, ripped, scared
Her face unrecognized.
Webbed graves woven about
Drowned in silent mourns she waits.
Molded glitches constructed her gown;
Laces hanging desperately.
Flowing above vents..
Quietly conquered by life.
Bruised cheeks; she exists.
Eyes nothing but old memories
Discolored from use.
Her invisible heart shatters having none to blame..
Exposed cotton it erodes
She's left by greed.
Lonely is That Old Rag Doll