Thursday, April 11, 2019

NaPoWriMo, Day Eleven, Poem Nine



Doll on a Plane

They will return
with new truths
behind pale face.

Eyes will remain
motionless to
any question.

Lips remain
impervious
to confession.

It's not the rabbit
jumping into
the ground at feet

but their look
as they climb
slowly out

that shows a head
made hollow
for secrets

only kept
because no one
will understand.

Hands reach out
only to find
limbs too smooth

and too hardened
to ever take
offers of warmth.


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