clockwork by olivia hu

Yet the sun never dawns.
He says
spill like the broken is
not shattered enough already.
Raises the hands of his dolls,
wraps lust in fingers & plastic.
Smooths over, reaches under
silk barrettes and cotton too
bare. He kneads over the
breasts like clockwork.
The doll never flinches.

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Olivia Hu is the Editor-In-Chief of Venus Magazine, aimed to uplift the voices of marginalized groups through softness. Her poetry has been published in Eunoia Review, Germ Magazine, TRAK//FOUR, and more. She is also on staff at Blueshift Journal and L'Ephemere Review. Olivia kisses books and lives in the ocean. She also thinks you are beautiful.