By Jackie Fedyk
Insipid, colorless, pallid doll
If you jumped from the castle how far would you fall?
Maybe if you spread your wings you could flutter
Maybe you’d melt through the clouds like a hot knife in butter
Your fists are full of grass holding fast to the Earth
What treasures hold you back and what are they worth?
Make merry your time make empty your heart
A paper doll can clearly be torn right apart