Trophy Wife

A perfect doll

Dressed to the nines

A trophy to be worn

A graceful beauty

Fit for the silver screen

She smiles

False pretenses

Hiding

A mask so thin

Mouth sewn shut

A porcelain doll

That shatters

Like broken glass

Damaged

Broken

And glued back together

Repeatedly

Until there is nothing left

But an old rag doll

Fit for nothing but the trash

So you toss her away

For another