Literature
Goodbye Childhood
A forgotten puppet with cut strings,
Her breathing labored, unsteady,
Her glass eyes frozen in wide sockets,
Her limbs entangled together.
The key in her back is no longer turning,
She stopped dancing to children's lullabies,
The day you went away, your eyes dead,
She froze, mid-spin, as her song ended.
Her fingers twitch, the joints creaking,
She opens her mouth to speak, but dust replaces her words,
She forces her eyes to move, back and forth,
The glass grinds against the hard ceramic that is her skin.
She deteriorates over the years,
The paint cracking and peeling,
The tips of her fingers falling off,
Waiting for you to retu