My Matryoshka Doll

Hidden in your egg-shaped wooden physique.
Delicate flowers adorn your glossed skin.
Your painted smile bears your pain, like each shell
Bears another, and another and another until –

Four shells assembled, enclosed to
Follow the golden ratio. Each are
Perfect. From largest to smallest.
A shell wrapped around the smaller.

Your innermost is
Suffocating… nesting dormant.
Your love and care.
Inferior to your other shells.
But you are still part of
My Matryoshka doll.