Poem: Living Breathing Wooden Girl – 21/09/19

She was pliable; A living, wooden girl.   Whose heart melded so easily with others, Broken umpteen times she’d lost count.   They would troupe, one by one, Contort her into something pleasing enough to view,   Into something malleable, Useful, warranting their attentions, She’d barely need to beckon toward their view.   How her [...]