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Little Silver Doll

1 min lectură·22 octombrie 2004

Mediu

The executioner of dreams lowered his sword

erasing the smile forgotten in the shadows

always static

framing the same image in the window

Little Silver Doll

frozen in a different time

they’ve sewn her eyes so she wouldn’t cry

so she wouldn’t hear

the sound of rocks smashing the mirrors

so she wouldn’t feel

the taste of dreams wrapped in paper

so she wouldn’t see

the clock that strikes midnight

when her wrists release their pain

and the blood flows freely

anxiously awaiting the burial in the aching snow

white bodies positioned symmetrically

in a circle surrounded by water

Kids dance around her

they poke her with needles to see if she’s moving

if she’s bleeding

if she’s screaming

and the Moon does not come out anymore

only corpses convulsing in the dark remain

losing their smiles and innocence

Little Silver Doll can’t cry

she does not have any feelings

she is not scared by nightmares

she does not wake up in the morning

her hands chase imaginary fairies

the stone remains cold

she did not bleed,

she did not scream.

In dreams flowers were burning..

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kurt cnejevici. “Little Silver Doll.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/kurt-cnejevici/poezie/91453/little-silver-doll

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