china doll syndrome
i.
i am a mermaid's teardrop, trapped
inside a seashell screaming
an acoustic lullaby
the sound of ribs breaking
ii.
i am a manufactured sunrise,
floating like ice cubes inside
a shot glass of tequila
kool-aid punch
the riddle of dawn's heartbeat
iii.
i am quicksand,
spinning inside a cyclone
of wishing well rainbows
stuck on the button moon
the friction of crumpled love letters
iv.
i am a puzzle- an airborne virus,
tucked inside a scarecrow's
shirt pocket
the syndrome of a china doll's strangled smile
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