#chinadoll
There it stands tall and small,
Skinny to the bones,
With pale glass skin,
Looking straight ahead..
Dark cold beady eyes,
With radiant red lips sealed the lies,
Oriented clothes tied tightly by the waist,
Hair in a black bun...
Holding a golden cup,
Where at night she whispers to it,
If listen closely you might hear her silent screams,
Just be aware of the beauty it holds..
Another chilling tale of the Doll,
That haunts my every movement,
Who watches me,
Whenever I tried to sleep...
May 25, 2019
May 25, 2019 at 1:13 PM UTC
She watches all the people
As she sits upon the shelf
Choosing other pretty girls
Ones not like herself
People see the cracks
And the tears upon her dress
They walk right by and leave her
Much to her distress
All they see are her problems
And once these are all fixed
She’ll be the prettiest one of all
If only she is fixed
Mar 1, 2019
Mar 1, 2019 at 8:18 AM UTC
They said that that broken people created the most beautiful things.
Maybe that’s why my parents had created me.
I would have called myself a china doll.
But then, you came along.
Then, you,
You.
And all of you together,
had me broken.
Touching a china doll is a sacred act.
As a six-year-old, that is a difficult concept to grasp.
While you ravished me, made me your wealth for five years,
I didn’t even know my worth.
But when I knew, I was already eleven-years-old,
you were rich; had no use of me anymore.
And I was scratched.
Then came you,
when you did, I was already at an edge.
I had forgotten what it was to be expensive when,
all I think about is the scratches on my body.
Thus,
You barely touched me, and I was on the ground.
I often think, I let the last of you happen.
Whilst being cracked on the ground, it’s hard to be expensive.
So, I didn’t scream.
I didn’t object.
I sat there and took it.
But, I was on the verge of finding my gold,
to piece me back together again.
Now I need to start over again.
I am coming for it,
when I do, I will piece myself back together.
May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 3:34 PM UTC