Porcelain Legs

Legs moving

On a globe

Over and over the globe

Through frigid air


The globe is turning

The round spheres of the eyes

Are going nowhere

Only looking straight ahead

At the wall ahead

A wall decorated with a scene

Of spinning space ahead


Underneath the legs

Are starting to become hard

Like a china doll

They are frigid

As they pass like sticks

Scraping the world


No feeling

Still needing to run

The human doll

Takes her hands

And push them

Like needles in her sides


Stimulating pain

It pushes

And the skin

DOESN’T bounce back


A crack


On the globe’s sea

Shattered shards sink in

Falling into salty water

Not to reform

Until melted down to sea

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