Porcelain

I am very similar

To my porcelain skin,

Smooth on the surface

Yet hollow within.

If you look closely

You can trace the tracks,

Of this worn exterior

That has started to crack.

As the world ticks

And steals my tocks,

I’m swimming in a sea

With a pocket of rocks.

I’m strong & sturdy

Yet a fragile little thing,

My strength is carried

On my broken wings.

With pale white skin

and bright red lips,

I’m the doll you comfort

In your fingertips.

Just one last drop

and I will fail to exist,

As my history will scatter

Into a porcelain mist.

K