Paper Dolls

She sits, cutting paper dolls.

Dolls that danced in the breeze

As the music of the wind played.

Sound intensifying, as the

dance turned into a ritual.

They are sacrficing reality.

They turned from children playing

To soulless paper dolls,

living roles set out by society.

They were blown by the wind

they once danced in, and

swept into a wave of falsehoods.

Then they were scooped up.

And brought into a room.

Now, with hatred in her eyes,

She sits, cutting paper dolls.