• Love is a china doll
    It is fragile
    One false move, and it is shattered
    with shards, sharp and jutting, embedded into skin
    Slowly, slowly bleed.

    Love is a china doll
    Guarded, placed upon the highest shelf
    A prize to show off, a trophy to
    flaunt in front of those who have lost
    Pretty to the eye, cold to the touch.

    Love is a china doll
    Beauty in the eyes of a child
    Hungry for lace and trimming and
    a secret glade in which to play
    Sparkle fades, but pure white skin
    hugged against a longing chest,
    Is Precious. Porcelain.