I Am Looking For His Broken Porcelain Girl Kaya Heimowitz I am told that he made me
I am looking for the girl
to bask in his sunshine gaze.
he made out of porcelain.
He speaks of my curves
I am looking for the girl
and tells me that I am beautiful.
he wants to devour.
He stares at me
But all I see is a girl
and undresses me with his eyes,
who screamed her way out of fleshy darkness,
I think he sees delicate beauty, but I see Violence.
only to be made into a porcelain doll that Violence wants to take apart slowly.
Violence follows my tired form home in the dark;
I am looking in the mirror every day
Violence leers at me across a parking lot.
to gauge whether I am human or doll.
There is no line between pleasure and
I am looking for the girl
pain.
who shatters against the pavement,
There is no innocence left for him to take. I am seeing the woman who stands back I look in the mirror and I see skin and muscle and bone. I am looking for the delicate beauty he steals away from me daily.
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