My Friend Dorothy


She was hollow
like a big empty room
but far more shallow
like a narrow pool
with no deep end
unable to risk
unable to bend
I think it painful
to be this way
she thinks it more painful
to move or stray
outside of her walls
into the unknown
but what will she do
when her house gets blown
away in the tornado
as it did once last
her shoes won't save her
as they have in the past

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