Craving by December Lace

I am pink tank tops and animal cartoons

The Need clawing out of me, 

sheets too thin to hold

Pull out bed, no shelves for my dolls

a wet carpet ruined

from leaving the door open

I walk the hallways waiting 

for you to lift me, pull apart the fabric,

take your hands and fold me

Look down and you can see it 

all over my face, the Need hovering-

static over my lips, wrapping you too

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