04-18-2015, 08:40 PM
I buried her on a bright spring day.
At first I was frightened of her silence
and the limpness of her limbs.
Then intrigued by her pose-ability,
I played with her all day.
But by noon she refused to join in,
she would not wear the clothes,
or sit in quiet repose in the chair.
The game slowly came to an end,
eventually she would no longer bend.
Her grave looked perfectly pretty
In between the primrose plants.
At first I was frightened of her silence
and the limpness of her limbs.
Then intrigued by her pose-ability,
I played with her all day.
But by noon she refused to join in,
she would not wear the clothes,
or sit in quiet repose in the chair.
The game slowly came to an end,
eventually she would no longer bend.
Her grave looked perfectly pretty
In between the primrose plants.