When you found her
You thought she was a kaleidoscope -
Millions of brightly colored pieces scattered across the floor.
Lilliputian shoes left by the door.
You can still hear the echo of her voice, of her song like
Wind chimes in the breeze you knew it wouldn't last long.
She was fragile
And looked too serene for anyone to know.
Each day she watched you come and go.
Yet you only kept her as part of a collection.
You admired her for prim, pink, proper, passive, porcelain perfection.
She hated you.
You dragged her by the hair.
She begged you not to be shared.
She pleaded with glassy eyes
And you laughed at the size of the sleeve
She kept her heart on.
You used to hold her like she was the last thing you would touch.
She was beautiful before you loved her too much,
But the only thing she despised more than when you adored her
Was when you ignored her.
She loved you.
The day you put her on the shelf
You did not look at her.
Relief turned to fear and fear turned to panic
And her panic was desperate and desperation made her manic
With purpose. She didn't know how to be alone.
She can't learn how to be on her own.
She jumped.
She fell
Down,
Heart first into her shoes,
Because that was the part of her that she wanted to follow you first.
She felt her body all over the floor
Only half of her ear and the tip of her nose made it through the door as you walked in.
Two glassy eyes pleaded with your sole to look down
But the last thing she knew was a crunch.
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