The Doll

Oh, don’t mind all the thrashing.
It’s just my porcelain ribs cracking.

My heart bled way too much again.
Of that,
The doctors were certain.

Don’t peer behind the curtain,
It’s just another doll in ruins.

Trust me,
You’re better off not knowing.

Please just,
Leave me to my sewing.

Oh, I was too loud?
What do you mean it drew a crowd?
No, I can’t slow down.
There’s a patient on the table now.

But it’s okay.
It’s fine.
(My ribs are breaking)

I’ll be okay.
I’ll survive.
(Internally screaming)