Skin like a porcelain doll

She catches her breath, but does not breathe
air cannot enter her lungs.
Eyes of glass stare hauntingly back
reflecting what they cannot see.
Her hands cradle a missing object, some toy
once there but now gone.
Satin gauze, pink and blue cloth
adorn her lifeless body.
Walking shoes for walking feet
sit–cold, dark and unused.
Light catches on her porcelain skin
but darkness returns with the latch.
Now she sits at the bottom of the steps
her end as cold as it started.

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