Under The Looking Glass
Looking about with tears
She sees him frown
Poor porcelain doll, colors faded
Little lines within her skin
She always felt special
Under his care
Placement under glass dome
Lights shining on her
He sees over time
She is not the work of art
He once believed
Sighing he lifts the glass
This was his favorite
Upon inspection
The little lines showed
The colors were uneven
Sighing heavily
He lifted her gently
"sorry old girl" he muttered
carefully carried her away
Crying inside she felt unworthy
watching as he opened the box
where other broken, useless things lay
inside he put her
Wanting to cry out
"she didn't belong here"
examining her faults,
fear built inside
Sobbing, realization hit her core
she was unworthy
she wasn't special
she was just like the useless junk
Boxtop closed,
darkness surrounded her,
pain felt as never before
terror filled her
Wasn't long her prison moved,
jostling tossed her around,
nothing to grab on to for safety
she couldn't see
The porcelain figurine stilled,
grinding noise was heard,
light began to emit
momentary hope
Then the last thing she saw
was the crusher of the garbage truck
Slowly, unholy manner
bringing her closer
She let one last cry escape
felt herself fall
she returned to the dust she came from
Flaws gone
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