The Rag Doll

Suffing bursts.
Seams break.
Light ends.
Dark begins.
Stiches weave
Through the flesh.
Hand firm.
Woolen hair.
Pain flashes through button eyes.
Darkness clouds the mind.
Mind trapped within that doll.
Time unravels,
As if the seam is undone.
The world begins,
Solar burst.
Still it stays,
The Rag Doll,
Eyes full of pain.

The End

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