Here is a little something I have been working on the past two days, I have been toying with the ideas for a while -

Standing there braced on the shelf obscured through the shiny glass of the small window, her features poised and sequestered from the other fancied dolls waiting to be taken by a winsome lover.

In her permanence she stands on a dusty shelf reserved for repossessed rag dolls, braced between the wall and her sedate demure. For a moment she was beautifully adequate as a True Loves Knot fluttering in the heated nights of summer. Her reverential sentiments reflect innocence and boldness in the still silence as her memories replay like echoes in the distance. “Don’t go breaking my heart; I couldn’t if I tried… Don’t go breaking my, don’t go breaking my, don’t go breaking my heart…” A translucent tear rolls from her glass eye and down her painted cheek, leavening a moist prickling feeling that her porcelain hands find unable to wipe away.