Ivory skin, gray with cold.
Painted smile, glass eyes staring back.
Stitched clothes and icy hands.
Never meant to speak, only meant to be told.
Pick her up, put her down.
Hug her, love her, drop her.
Never to stir, she sits like stone.
Can't breathe the breath of life, like she drown.
The toy takes its abuse,
Her smile never fades,
Perfect in her imperfection.
Long hair, with its fake paragon hues.
Her feet dangle the edge,
Waiting to be picked up again,
Our little breakable baby,
A porcelain doll, caught in an unbreakable pledge.