Silver WInd Posted August 19, 2007 Report 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.
Parmenion Posted August 21, 2007 Report 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
Silver WInd Posted August 21, 2007 Author Report Posted August 21, 2007 Yes they can be frightening, which is part of why I sometimes find them fun to write about.
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