Porcelain Bertha

Bertha dear,

you look so pretty today

your pin curled hair

and that pale bow glued to your head

But Bertha,

your eyes look so distant

that electric blue isn’t doing it for you

they just look so empty

I guess your stuffing insides

aren’t enough to gain you a soul

but you hold your little teddy

like you care

and I’m sure if a spider ever crawled up your leg

you would flick it away

bertha dear,

you aren’t like my other friends

the ones with the smashed faces

or the plain ones with no spark

You could light a fire

Your pale lips give a faint smile and

God Bertha

You look so pretty today