Day 1699

…She speaks 

In fits and giggles

A Barbie rigid grin

Painted across her lips 

The colours long faded

Too long in the sun 

Her voice carries resonant

With the tremulous volume 

Of a mind 

With no idea what

It’ll say next

But terrorized by the thought

Of not being heard

A life with small men

Will do this to you…

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