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She was the perfect china doll
She was completely perfect
without a flaw
her lips were red
her mascara black
her hair long and wavy
cascading down her back
Her hands so small
with nails painted red
She wasn’t quite so tall
wore heels instead
She held herself
with perfect grace
That cheery smile
ever illuminating her face
She lived by rote
and by the clock
her actions were perfect
and without stop
Her porcelain skin
glistening now
she stood out
in any crowd
She was the perfect china doll
she was completely perfect
without a flaw
She tried her best
to be that indeed
to be just what society
claimed it would need.
She was the perfect
china doll
just hope she never
trips and falls
for porcelain breaks much easier than skin.
And you’ll never be able to put her back together again.
and if her perfection was gone…what then?
E. Lexi Abbott 