Porcelain

Porcelain

Her heart...

imploding

exploding

there is no other way

escape is merely an illusion

but oh, how she tries

less than a whisper into the darkness

the shadows obscure certainty

tiny fists clutching monstrous deceptions

her heart holds it well

Wide eyes

 close

 open

close

open

as if made of porcelain

a vacant, blinking doll

The most beautiful treasures

are veiled

beneath harsh desert skies

like a mirage

resplendent

and yet seemingly unreachable

to love big

is to get small and quiet

until all you can hear

is the truth

Her heart...

imploding

exploding

there is no other way

Angela Minard 2016©