Strawberry Lips

I am a concrete doll
With clay hair
and strawberry lips filled with tiny hints of fibre
Sucking air in and out
Like a vacuum
Breath on fire is nature's fuel

I sit in the kaleidoscope's centre
Amid the colour
Motion and balancing lights
Spinning round and round
A clumsy dance
Chipped paint on the carousel

I see through glass
Smiles and laughter resonate
Life of purpose
Life of happiness
Music box cranked to before the beginning
and strawberry lips filled with tiny hints of fibre