Doll

Layered psychoses
swelter her brow,
helter-skelter sans
clemency of a breath;

nested neuroses
bombastically loud,
she’s a madness of
matryoshka dolls;

infinity mirrors of
dwindling sanity,
bearing distant truths
of her diminishing self;

the taunting homunculi
with unreal expectations,
synchronize chides for
Platonic perfection;

this ephemeral Form
of unattainable need,
is found unapologetic in
the auspicious greed of

the commercial zeitgeist

art: The Cloud Seed by Margarita Georgiadis

Published by a.d.matthias

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10 thoughts on “Doll

  1. Another great piece!! I think this stanza stood out to me the most:

    “infinity mirrors of
dwindling sanity,
bearing distant truths
of her diminishing self;”

    The imagery here is simple but what’s being stated is anything but. I had to pause after reading it. Nicely done!! 😄 ~Kelsey

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  2. A beautiful piece! I learnt some new words today, thanks to you! I’ve posted another poem and would be glad if you could check it out…Your words are of great importance to me…

    Like

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