Hola
BY ADRIANNA MINK
I wander through the darkness,
Full of sorrow and dread.
Behind me trails a muddy white dress.
My old home lies ahead.
Brown dead flowers in the windowsill,
From the broken window comes a breeze.
The cold gives me such a chill,
If I stay out I may as well freeze.
I go inside and walk on carpeted floor,
Faded pictures and paintings on the wall.
I push open a knobless door,
In a rocking chair sits my doll.
Her long hair curly and white,
Her dress ripped and tattered.
This is a horrible sight,
Her face was cracked and now shattered.
I walk by the once fixed now busted mirror,
I stare at my sickened reflection.
I look closer, I draw nearer,
I used to have a lovely complexion.
The doll in the chair was a picture of me.
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