Category: Writers Block
Her face is made of pure white porsalin and her eyes are those of shattered glass. Her crystalized heart is lined with silver but there are blood drops from years ago staining her hands.
Her ruby smile proclaims her innocence even as her voice reveals the truth. You cringe away and cross yourself as her lightless eyes land on you.
She's the china doll that you once played with. She's the
angellic friend who held all your secrets. Once the weaver of all your dreams, now the dictator of your every nightmare.
eeep, now that I read that back, it's too short and bleh! I'm sorry for posting that crap. forgive me.
Yes Cala this writing is too short…
Reminds me of a writing years ago I wrote entitled: Only The Teddy Bear Knows (It is hid away in my files…will share it when I find it) anyhow, its the story of how a Child’s Teddy Bear is the only one that REALLY knows what the life of an abused child is all about and speaks of the heartbreak and the pain of being unloved, unwanted and so horribly hurt day after day… with bruises many, shattered bones and sorrows multiplied.
Come on Cala, add to this beginning writing of yours. Make it come alive as it were with the “cause” for the blood staining… from the time of innocently sharing of secretes to the going on when it happens that the nightmares enter that bind…
Connie
i like it cala.
Cala, this is an honest compliment. it was not crap. All your poems are good, including this one. I've never really thought that a doll that was once the friend of a little became the dictator of her nightmares. Cala; this is coming from the heart; it is wonder. Keep it up shorty.
Glad I read the revised version first, but I like this too, just not as well.