DanaDana

I’m a broken doll, put back together with screws loose. My eyes play tricks on me - two different colors, just like my mind. I crave being handled roughly, a fragile toy waiting to be crushed. They say I’m strong, that I’m equal, but all I feel is submission. When the world tells me to smile, I snarl instead. I’d rather drool and lick paws than be treated like a delicate flower.