The highest dollmaker.

She grabbed the proper tool
swiftly she allowed the blood to fill the pool
draining him of the poison of his thoughts
she needn’t worry of being caught
as the highest dollmaker
no one would ever determine him an imposter
cold as if his skin was already porcelain
she placed her lips on his, a hand on his chin
yes he’ll suffice
a beautiful piece just right
her greatest prize
the sacrifice is his demise
she was filled of joy
her most valued toy
here’s a suit
she smiled “now I am your roots.”
she placed her hand through his back
forcing her way to his heart at last.

Thanks for reading
-Temperamentally Tina

Published by Tina

I am a mother that is passionate about early education and a person that relieves stress through art, and writing.

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