porcelain

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: July 22, 2018

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Long straightened hair, as black as the darkest of jet. It had long lost its shine, replaced by this opaque tint I particularly despised. I took a lock of dull hair between my index and middle finger, and examined it throughly before tucking it behind her pierced ear. Damaged yet silky, as always. Her glassy eyes stared vacantly towards the window, waiting for something unknown which would never come. Her irises were tinged hazelnut. I caressed her smooth pallid skin and tenderly admired her childish beauty. I loved her with all of my heart, she was my graceful porcelain doll. I adjusted her turquoise dress. I sniffled as the back of my hand brushed my tears away, then planted a gentle kiss on her cold cheek. The tiny child was ready to be buried. Porcelain happens to be such a fragile material.


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