Expressionist

Poems are things you write when you feel things too big to say, and things too big to feel. Everything here is my own work, picked up from flashes and memories and small remarks that stayed with me. I hope you find something that stays with you

evermore

there was once a girl
named after the seasons of the world
her grace was unmistakably fake
her smile was without taste

A porcelain doll
Of lies
and hatred
Beautiful
Perfect

The girl from evermore said
her doll was
but this porcelain doll
weeps before bed

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