tears of dust

tears of dust roll down her aged face
seeping into the cracks in her cheeks
everything she remembers
and also what she saw
things that are inhumane
creepy things that make your blood crawl
everyone tells her what to do
moving her arms here and there
if only you could see through her porcelain eyes
all of her tears
now cover her up on the shelf
her pink rosy cheeks
oh how this dust leaks
onto her sewn together soul