Dolls

English is not my first language. I won't apologize for any mistakes.

Safe, sound sleeping.

Unique, urgent urges.

Sulking, solemn silence.

Utter understanding.

Sirens stay still

under useless waters.

Souls stay selfish

under the eyes of God.

Precious pieces pouring

red riots remain.

Potent possibilities,

raw, inhumane disdain.

Plastic, painless parts

rise round and right.

Dolls are not the same

when they are given hearts.