#6 in my Phobia Series. A poem about 'dementophobia' and how you can choose to embrace it, (in a weird and twisted sense.) Thank you for reading. <3
Part 7 is out with a little surprise
...Keepsake of the past
Reminder of days gone by...
Dolls are such frail things. One small shove and they crack. What's to protect those porclean hearts from shattering to pieces? No amount of safety nets will stop this fall.
#2: Confessions we put on a shelf
A different point of view