Silver WInd Posted August 19, 2007 Report Share Posted August 19, 2007 The Doll Listless eyes watch behind the grim grin of porcelain. A single crack framed like a tear where limpid strands begin to shed out. Mouth eaten dresses such tattered cloth once made of fine silken length. Little beads of glass caked in crusted dust a smile painted appears twisted agony. Where there might have been beauty once grown over in cobwebs. A silent plea for a lover once given not cast aside a pain she tries to hide. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Parmenion Posted August 21, 2007 Report Share Posted August 21, 2007 (edited) Porcelin dolls scare me! I read this cause of my masochistic nature. You paint a scary picture! *runs in fear from this thread never to return* Edited August 21, 2007 by Parmenion Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Silver WInd Posted August 21, 2007 Author Report Share Posted August 21, 2007 Yes they can be frightening, which is part of why I sometimes find them fun to write about. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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