NaPoWriMo 21 : Paper Dolls

Paper Dolls

They never knew a world
not shaped like a man

Born into an armful of sighs,
they grew up as responsibilities
living like mushrooms
lest they be ‘ruined’ before they could flower

Then deflowered by aged stamens
 their remains were turned over
to motherhood

Sunken desert succulents,
they withered and flowered
with seasonal sprays
fattening meanwhile the next
‘of the same kind’ blooms
and one day their dry stems
were consignated to woody flames

A paper doll twin in a glass case
decorated with red garlands
was stuck on  a wall with a light bulb’s
zero-watt glow under it,

infinitely better off
©Reena Prasad