Broken Doll
Fragile and hollow encased in an invisible glass case,
she sits, legs crossed and hands placed perfectly on her knees, her hair falling in
waves of perfect curls, even the straps of her dress ironed and without a wrinkle.
Foundation spread over her face making her skin look like porcelain, her make up
almost looked like an artist had painted it on too perfectly.
And from this doll, dull lifeless eyes stared ahead, her skin was warm but her heart
was like ice, it had frozen long ago when she became nothing more then a show
piece of beauty to be displayed for all to see.
Then one day he pushed her just a little to much and she crashed to the floor, her
body and face splintered and cracked
and she lay there feeling nothing at all.
Thats where he found her, and with tender hands and strong arms he picked up the
pieces and gently began to glue the bits together, she began to take shape once
more, but he did not stop at the outer shell, he breathed warmth into her and slowly
the fire began to warm her and the life in her eyes shone bright, the fine cracks left
behind were more beautiful because she was unique, they showed how she had
healed.
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