china doll syndrome


i am a mermaid's teardrop, trapped
inside a seashell screaming
an acoustic lullaby

the sound of ribs breaking


i am a manufactured sunrise,
floating like ice cubes inside
a shot glass of tequila
kool-aid punch

the riddle of dawn's heartbeat


i am quicksand,
spinning inside a cyclone
of wishing well rainbows
stuck on the button moon

the friction of crumpled love letters


i am a puzzle- an airborne virus,
tucked inside a scarecrow's
shirt pocket

the syndrome of a china doll's strangled smile