There’s fire in her eyes,

can’t you see it?

a factory made doll,

the wax chips away

Like a forced brain dead child,

She cries

Not tears but-hallucinations

A film spectacle

Bright lights blink

The tango

A lifeless dance

Something unfamiliar

Yet changed

She remembers yesterday

Of crystal blue skies

Sunflower petals

Soft voices

Not red eyes

And fear

Twisting like a snake

Down her back

Yet she holds on

Each crack sinking deeper

Each light brighter

Each breathe longer

Until…

There’s fire in her eyes,

Can’t you see it?