Her Chicken Scratch / Poetry

Dollhouse

Her sister broke her like she was an old rag doll. Cut off all her hair and snapped her legs. Leaving her in tiny, small shards that could never be glued back together. So she laid still on the floor. Waiting to be swept up by their mother; with the houses cheap plastic dust pan.

At least it wasn’t the vacuum.

Written by Alecia Writes 

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