With her glass eyes
she looks aimlessly into her world.
helpless watching her little girl grow up from her shelf on the wall
she watches as she bleeds,
she watches as she crys,
she watches her die a little inside.
her porcelain face now cracked and dusty,
ignored on her shelf of abandoned memories
never to be played with again,
to be held on the arms of her once happy young girl.
she stares forward toward the pain,
her little angel just sits and crys.
until one day shes approached by her love,
to be pushed away,
replaced my pills and razors.
her shelf of memories simply turns to dis-functions.
shoved aside, kicked under the bed,
sideways she still watches the pain.
and when the numb blood stains her pretty porcelain face,
she sees her little girl fall to the floor.
the lifeless body doesn't even seem to take a shape.
she closes her eyes for the first time,
and opens them to find an empty room,
and a life on a shelf of abandoned memories.
