Dark Magic

Every stitch is a place it broke before.

Nobody asks the doll if it consents to the pins.

It just holds the shape it was given

and takes what was meant for someone else.

Patched where it split. Patched again.

Still smiling, somehow. Or something like it.

That's not magic. That's just what surviving looks like from outside.

Ink on paper, 21×21 cm · "Dark Magic" series.