Daniela Oana - Poet and Photographer

Ragged Dolls

 

I play with us inside my mind

I dress myself in a fine dress

One you never saw me wear

I comb my hair and pin it up

 

I bring us face to face

And make each other speak

Saying things we didn’t get to

And bring us closer for a kiss

 

Fate has also plaid with us

It has handed me the dress

And neatly folded your collar

Making us kiss goodbye

 

Until playtime became dull

And it let go of our waists

Ruining my dolled-up hair.

What has since become of you?