Her
skin was so swollen it looked like it would burst. She played cat’s cradle
while he peeled off her skin.
She’s
all wood underneath.
Sloughed
off her skin and there was blood in the frost, and now she doesn’t have any.
She’s like a doll, all wood and strings and her eyes are dead brown. Her lips
move like they’re on hinges but no sound comes out.
She
has me on strings
She’s
making me type
And
now she and her blue fairy are running off to play.
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