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"The Theater Dolls" by Mercedes B Williams

SciFi/Fantasy text 8 out of 10 by Mercedes B Williams. ←Previous - Next→

Is it bad that most of my poems don't quite fit into the library catagories?

I thought I already uploaded this one but I guess I didn't so here it is. It is a poem about living dolls who are condemned to a lifetime of theater, trying to be as beautiful and elegant as possible to mask the terrible pain they feel inside.

←- The Music of Death | Timeless -→

The Theater Dolls

~~~

Her voice is beautiful,

But you will never know,

For her lips are sewn shut.

She weeps behind the drapes.

Our lips are painted,

Our skin polished to perfection.

We are white as ghosts

And just as empty.

Our hearts feed off of love.

Maybe that is why we are always hungry.

Her voice is beautiful,

But her words are not.

Bathed by leaves of moonlight,

Our eyes are as benighted as the sky.

We walk in delicate heels,

Pointed shoes across the raven wood.

We do not sing.

The wind does this for us.

It groans through rotten wealds of oak

And creeps upon our necks.

A red curtain falls,

Shielding us once more,

Hiding us behind sugared lies,

A picture-perfect canvas guise.

She used to be so beautiful.

I watched her as her will diminished.

Never again I heard her sing.

Her lips are still sewn shut.

Long and shadowed corridors.

Alone at night a soul would hear

The innumerable rustling of layered skirts

With bare feet breaking soundless halls.

We never walk without allure.

Perfect skin and perfect love.

Our smiles show our pearly mirth,

Evidence of proper pampering.

We were all so beautiful,

Our eyes so wide, full of trust and innocence.

Upon the stage, we danced like angels.

And in their eyes, we were.

But they would never know,

The pain etched in our phantoms,

The sorrow we oft swallowed.

And they saw only jewels,

Stars in a moonless night.

We were jewels,

Beautiful and sparkly.

But deep inside, we’re just rocks.

And we erode a little every day.

They sit in the seats from afar,

Up in balconies with opera glasses,

Smiling and sipping from crystal grails.

And all the while our souls are dying.

Withering from master’s strings.

Lamenting this, our theater curse.

~~~

←- The Music of Death | Timeless -→

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'The Theater Dolls':

• Created by:

Mercedes B Williams
• Copyright: ©Mercedes B Williams. All rights reserved!

• Keywords: Theater, Dolls
• Categories: Vampires, Zombies, Undeads, Dark, Gothic, Woman, Women
• Inspirations: H.P.Lovecraft, Other Author, Wyverns Library writer, Video/Computer Game, JK Rowling (Harry Potter), Final Fantasy, Anne Rice
• Submitted: 2011-06-06 07:27:53
• Views: 214

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