I wrote this on a whim
Sitting,
around a table.
Words,
Tumbling out of mouths.
Bright red lips,
Such pretty
Dolls.
Mouths tilted,
Smilling.
Never a frown.
What lays behind
The thin
Skin?
Stretched tight,
Unmoving.
Frozen.
Shining,
Glassy eyes.
Light,
Bouncing off,
The irises.
Never absorbed,
Never penetrated.
Beautiful,
Pretty dolls.
