The Porcelain Doll
Disclaimer: I owneth Kim Possible not.
Warning: This is very dark. Also, This may become SLASH. Yes. So, if you don't like it, read the first chapter, then make good use of your back button, Darling.
Rain pours down,
the Possible house,
lies drenched,
a broken doll
lies in the mud, awaiting his mistress.
Cracked porcelain lines the road,
Shards of it,
lying in the mud.
Kim, darling, we warned you,
where you are steel, he is porcelain.
Don't play with him to hard, Kim, Darling,
because,
he'll break.
The shells of two brown eyes lay on the ground.
The heart shattered, with its body,
broken in the dirt.
Watch him from the window, Kim, Darling,
Because in a fit of rage,
steel fingers, Kim, they
broke his delicate face.
Stab his heart,
porcelain,
with steel blades,
and watch from the window,
as he sobs.
Watch, Kim, Darling,
As he trembles,
blond hair matted to his forehead,
Don't listen to him, Kim, Darling.
What you did to him,
that was fine.
Ron had it coming,
and,
believe me,
No one will put him back together again.