A marionette daughter,
perfectly coiffed hair as her mother likes,
dressed in red to be seen and adored.
Eyes cast down,
bowing to father,
smile not too wide, not too small,
talk not too loud, not too low,
walk quietly, no running or mucking about.
Obedient and muted,
a doll for the dress up,
for the feeding and repeating
lovingly what father says.
Otherwise put away
in the cupboard
fully adorned
only to be showcased for a selling..
Once a bid has been made
suddenly
she is drowning in attention,
love and affection.
A crack on her porcelain skin
as she realized,
she has only ever been cared for
to be given away..
***
Crack
Wow, this is so unique. I am loving this…. ❤️❤️
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Thank you soo much, I am always curious about how these words read…or if it evokes the same as it does to me, so your thoughts really means a lot ❤
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Oh lord, i love this one the most. The crack, the sale, oof. You are amazing!
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I know…this resonates a lot for me, and thanks for coming by, really! ❤
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I’m new here so I don’t know how to find new blogs to follow yet but I’m so glad I came across your writings ♡
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Oh! that’s nice, I am relatively new here too, like 2 months in…and I look for other blogs who are new too to follow…kind of like push each other or pull each other up kind of way like a slow rising wave 😛 maybe I dream too much XD but hey, nice to meet you!
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Nice to meet you too! ^-^ i really like how you think, it’s very sweet.
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