Didn't work from the first day
Late to the party in all things
Sleep walking from June to May
There's no drive to dance and sing.
Sitting in her dusty box
dreaming of the other side
trying not to cut her locks
she knows it won't turn the tide.
She can change her clothes daily
She can change her hair monthly
She can change her job yearly
But she'll still be the same dolly.
NaPoWriMo 2026 – 5/30
Charlie Ann Alford 