A Doll

The truth is
I miss everything
I miss nothing

I taste the coldness
I bite the steel blade between my teeth
And hope they break

I feel the sweat trickle down my back
And hope the sun fades forever

I call out into the dark
And listen
As my own voice echoes back to me

I look at myself and I see nothing
I am a doll
Dressed in outdated children’s clothes

GAM

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