Porcelain Doll
Such a lovely porcelain doll in front of me.
Fragile… pretty… cold… dull.
Magnolia white skin, smooth, cold, and hard. She doesn't blink, simply stares with her thickly black lashed eyes. Amethyst gems for eyes, dazzling but empty.
Lavender hair tumbles down her shoulders and back; the only thing soft about her, the only thing weak about her.
So tempting to just grab hold, yank, and drag her around by her hair.
She is beautiful but lifeless. Untouchable but tempting. Unsmiling, unfeeling, but she's crying.
It hurts to look at her.
Even more when I realize… she' me.