Inside the room of your heart,
you have a box of Russian Nesting Dolls.
Only those who have unwrapped your packaging already
are able to see the other versions of yourself inside you.
They all look different,
and never talk to each other.
They only live within each other,
and have grown comfortable in each other's skin.
I have seen all your dolls inside you.
I see the big ones and the tiny ones,
and the ones with long hair or long hair that got cut.
I see the ones who wore the clothes you outgrew
and had the smile you outgrew, too.
I saw the doll that fell off the shelf of your heart
and shattered on the ground,
but is inside a bigger doll anyway,
keeping the rest of the stack in shape.
Now, I see the biggest doll.
The most beautiful one with all the other dolls inside,
held up by the broken, worn-out smaller dolls
that rest inside the big doll's wooden skin.
This is the one that is painted to look like other dolls,
but I can tell it apart,
and only those who can tell it apart
are able to put together
your Russian Nesting Dolls.
