Paraphernalia
The scent of betrayal glistens in her eyes
She fades to washed-out sepia undertones as
"Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words will never hurt me."
Such a tragic lie
So sad, this broken doll
As diamonds, beauty incarnate
Stained with the blood of a thousand tears
Glass shard of cruelty deep embedded
She won't last long.