Here’s a new piece I’ve been working on the past few days. It’ll probably go through more edits, but here is what I have so far.
My doll has bright eyes
and my eyes are their reflection
as we innocently spend our days
playing out our jubilation.
My doll’s eyes are dimmer
and therefore mine comply;
we play a little less each day
and my breaths have learned to sigh.
My doll’s eyes grow dimmer still
and mine will do the same;
though We no longer have fun
We still play silly games.
My doll’s eyes are dust-ridden.
The grime has covered their shine
the brightness completely abandoned
the luster lost in time.
And my eyes are no different;
they’ve surrendered their childish light.
If I wipe the dust away,
will it work for me too?
Whose eyes reflect whose?