Porcelain
Dusty porcelain dolls,
quiet in the corner of
your blink.
Victorian shutters,
calm against the
glass,
an opaque artifice
to block the swell
of oncoming wind.
Their darkness,
provides ignorance
of the storm ahead.
Only the clatter of
dollhead against
curio cabinet embrace
reveals the onslaught
of what is impending.
So you cower with
the inanimate,
and wonder if,
at the end
they'll bleed too.
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.
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