So shallow you could drown.
Glued-on feathers weigh her down.
Ocean-eyes boil underneath.
So much salt it rots your teeth.

Doesn’t smile; doesn’t frown.
Small dreams; small town.
Plays well; never shares.
Adored; never cares.

Remembered the rules
So she could break them,
Then gathered the tools
And power to make them.

She arranged each square cog
Before getting lost at sea.
Sailed, tempted, into fog
And drowned in apathy.