Cracked skin

Dolls cracked skin at the base of every step
Of each crumbling staircase
My reflective toys

I am the daughter wasteland
Haunted houses and demons I call father
Dark talents run in the family

As I shatter the ice to let the moonlight in
I hold the moth, mend it’s wing
I am spring rain and the hurricane
It’s the nightmares that cower now

Not me
Not you