Daddy got her a doll.
He said it looked just like her,
Red hair and porcelain skin
She never made a sound when daddy stole her innocence, so he got her the doll.
For being daddy's little angel. Such a good little girl.
She clutched her doll when daddy came to her room late at night,
Daddy always chucked it aside.
The doll had cracks on it. It was damaged.
The cracks still show. Years later, you can still see the mistreatment.
Daddy's little girl stood on the ledge with her perfectly damaged porcelain doll.
She threw it
It hit the ground.
A smile plays on Ginerva's lips.
It was broken,
So very broken.