Porcelain Doll


Photo Credit: axlvaldez on deviantart

There you sit with your porcelain skin,

Mocking me with stolen beauty,

Soundlessly witnessing the macabre scene

From your lofty perch.


I want so much to make you like me –

To mar your perfect flesh

With crisscrossed scars;

To shorn your hair

And paint your lips

A fiery red.


But I can’t.


I won’t.


So, you just sit there with your glassy eyes,

And watch me slip into this




Neither of us saying a word,

But both silently screaming.


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