Scorched and Quenched
sister, i left your doll, your favorite doll,
outside—and not during rainfall,
but when the sun was tall.
sister, i'm afraid her eyes,
her bright brown eyes,
burnt off. she can't see
when we take her by the sea,
or when you pour her tea.
sister, i worry her skin,
her pretty smooth, pink skin
cracked and peeled from the sun,
she looks scary, a sad girl, undone.
sister, i burned your doll.
what if i took some rainfall
and watered her like
Mother's gardenias?
she won't smell nearly as pretty
nor will her skin shine like pearls,
but at least
her burnt eyes
will be full
of tears of her own,
when she sees her burns.
#Unreal #Poetry #ZiaZulie #Healing #SaltWater #Quenched #LostLove #Nature
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outside—and not during rainfall,
but when the sun was tall.
sister, i'm afraid her eyes,
her bright brown eyes,
burnt off. she can't see
when we take her by the sea,
or when you pour her tea.
sister, i worry her skin,
her pretty smooth, pink skin
cracked and peeled from the sun,
she looks scary, a sad girl, undone.
sister, i burned your doll.
what if i took some rainfall
and watered her like
Mother's gardenias?
she won't smell nearly as pretty
nor will her skin shine like pearls,
but at least
her burnt eyes
will be full
of tears of her own,
when she sees her burns.
#Unreal #Poetry #ZiaZulie #Healing #SaltWater #Quenched #LostLove #Nature
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