Pink and Black Marionette
Summary: She stands behind a curtain, wrapped in shadow, waiting for them to rise so her dance can begin.
For the Rebirth of the Daily Weird Prompt Thing [Competition] prompt: doll
Pure white skin,
Like snow,
A dash of pepper,
On her cheeks,
Bright blue eyes,
Reminiscing about the sea,
Midnight hair,
Framing a heart-shaped face,
Dressed in a tan blouse,
With a red bow,
Wrapped around her neck,
Wearing a grey skirt.
She's lovely,
When she spins,
And twirls,
Knife in hand,
It glints in the light,
Telling of the inevitable,
Pink fountain,
It's about to create,
With a slash,
Leaving a wound,
That will never heal.
She appears,
When beckoned,
By a single hand,
Red nails hovering above,
A voice,
Repeating that one word,
Over and over again,
"Worthless."
Like it's a disease,
And she dances,
To the melody,
Of that voice.
A finger lifts,
And she turns,
Another blood-red nail rises,
And down comes the blade,
Again,
And again,
Until she is surrounded,
By a pink sea.
The strings,
Are glistening,
From the blood,
A stark pink thread,
Attached to each joint,
In her limbs,
Extending up,
Into the sky,
Held by that voice,
Those nails,
And Mukuro looks up,
Towards her sister,
Asking,
"Am I perfect now?"