My collection of porcelain dolls grows by the year. They all wear the same makeup, the same dresses. Laminated eyes reflect my slanted clarity.
They each have their own special glass case. Separate from the rest.
I wouldn't want them consorting with one another. That's just poor judgment.
If rumors got out about me, well, they might all up and leave.
So for a few hours each week, I whisper reassuring nothings and brush their flaxen hair. Aftercare and polish.
Weeks later, I'll dig with guilty hands through strange toy boxes, random yard sales, and unattended storefronts. To look for another new moppet to steal away and shower with my tired smiles.
7:56 p.m. - 2015-10-06
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