Powder, creating false porcelain

Masking the blemishes and scars

A thin sheet of warm snow

A touch of cherry

Smooth and crackless

Tempting kiss of rose petals

Shadowed windows to the soul

Dark mist upon the pane

Artificial sapphire piercing the darkness

Threaded ebony cascade overlay the back

Arms and chest cloaked by silk lace

Corset shielding the waist

Belled skirts spread out widely covering the rest

The doll escapes her box

To join the masquerade

The moon welcomes her brightly

As the nightingales play a symphony

She danced with reckless abandon

But the melody began to fade

And everything else around her

Seperated from her delusion

Her eyes drenched in tears

Lips parted by low cracked cries

She never left the box

And the darkness knew her face

Flawed

Defective

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