Pretend
Her legs bent slightly,
As I maneuvered her through the dollhouse,
I raised her hand in a wave,
A grin, forever plastered on her face.
I lost my grip on her,
Watching as she toppled to the floor,
Lying motionless until I picked her up again,
I made her sit down for a tea party,
Her expression was stagnant,
Even when I spilled ink on her,
When I chopped her hair short,
When I left her facedown on the ground for days,
When I dismantled her house,
And tossed her in a donation bin,
Her smile never wavered.
Her eyes gazed off in the distance,
Somewhere only she could see,
Hoping that I would pick her up to play again.
I never did.
But what did it matter?
It’s just pretend.
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