Catherine Perkins

poem to the girl with the shattered smile
China Doll, you press your tattered dress
over pale skin,
try to forget him
who cracked your polka dots, who still yokes your thoughts
who painted you numb by numbers
colored outside your lines, ripped you to your nines
binds you to the bruise hues, the daily blues
blinds the green heart-sick with crimson lipstick
and nips lips, bumps hips, dumps quips
he sips from your cup – or gulps –
It’s too late to be saved
he took
and you gave

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