Pieces of Porcelain.

Porcelain skin,
with eyes of brittle glass.
This is one doll about to crack.
Futile dreams prepare for Armageddon.
A few good memories inscribed,
she perfects her own epitaph.
Pieces of ceramic heart
once glued together,
break apart, one by one.

A large mass of resentment
forms glacial consequences
Illustrious faith:
Chained to the tree
of persistent fear,
shriveled with time.
Fragile bones become weak.

Hanging by an imaginary noose,
the pressure to be known tightens.
She is choking on the unruly.
Clinging onto what remains;
barely holding on.
Poetic tears fall from her eyes
before shattering into
countless pieces of porcelain.