From a Vacant Doll

Slashing, tearing, till only a dim useless spot is left. Emptiness doll with a painted smile A monster whom others visualize as prince Only a sliver left… stopped on by others… He ate her alive Not in a second Not simple and sweet ...

The Written Word

Wrapped in a emotionless cocoon surrounded by a bleak future Walking around as if invisible to faceless shapes whom used to be called ‘friends’… They say going overseas changed a person, yet fail to mention the horrible reality of coming home ...