She danced like a doll
until her fall
Poor porcelain in pain
Broken and glued
Then on display again

Yet chipped away
The scars in place
and years laid hard
on a used up face

A crazed look
in painted eyes
from place to place
and yet people deny

How could a thing
So pretty engage
in all these wild
and evil ways?

Yet don't turn your back
nor look away
You may be the next
victim someday

(October 2nd, 2017)