ยปa broken porcelain doll
Wednesday, June 04, 2008
"I just want a shoulder there.."
Like a porcelain doll,she laid on the floor.
Emotionless,exhausted from all the crying.
She raised out her hand as she felt lonely and cold.
Hoping someone would grab her hands and heave her up gently.
Her dress frayed from all the falling and tugging,
the white laces of her dress turned grey whereas her dress blackened from the dust.
All she could remember was crying and running from something.
While she ran,her heart throbbed painfully and her footsteps sounding through the quiet hallways.
She fell once,twice..
Tearing the beautiful victorian dress as she scrambled to her feet.
Her gloves worn and dirtied by dust that laid on the floor like a fur mat.
There she laid breathless,trying to recall what happened.
It started out as a hazy afternoon,
and she saw herself preparing a table full of cakes and pastries,
with pots of tea sitting on the table.
She sat on the chair and read a book while stirring her tea time to time.
Her parasol opened and placed on the grass.
As the sun began to slowly descend,her head left her book and she gazed into her horizon.
She knew they were supposed to be here but there laid all the pastries and cake untouched.
Cold from the wind,she stood up and headed for her house.
As she walks into her house,her dress sweeped into the small box that sat on the floor hidden.
She bent down and picked the brown box and headed for her room.
She sat on the bed,and opened the delicate looking box.
There,lie a parched letter with a beautiful handwriting of her name.
She opened the letter and read the contents of it.
Time to time,she gripped her skirt and gasped,her lips trembling.
The letter spoke of the gathering at the gardens in the month of June.
She then realised that her visitors had hid the letter from her when they came to her house.
They didnt want her to join the gathering but did not say a word.
Yes,the untold words became poisonous act that was used to hurt her.
They joined hands in hands and plotted against her.
Silently,on the day they quickly kept the letter in the small brown box,
that they found below her cupboard.
And one of them kicked the box into the darkness below the cupboard.
But..
Even the little box didnt bear to allow its owner to be bullied and lied to.
It came out itself unknowingly,allowing the truth to come to light.
Filled with sadness and fury,
she heaved up her dress and ran down the stairs into the gardens.
There,she found herself outside a majestic wooden house.
Without any hesitation,she ran into the house.
She ran and tripped as she felt something closing into her,
her breaths began to escalate.
She ran as tears began to fall,sweat began to pour.
Tripping in her Mary-Janes and climbing up while sobbing.
Then she fell flat..
She was too exhausted to run anymore..
And there,she realised that she has been running away from herself.
Her problems,her emotions,her turmoil,her angst on the betrayal...
Pardon me for such things,i just cant stop using phrases,stories,paragraphs to express how i feel..
Wna know how I feel today,please do read my previous post..
Just below.. :]]
-EDITS-
Saw sam's blog.
sam,why never call me go?..
D:
sheesh.
anw,have my condolences.
DDDDDD:
sam never call me go. D:
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words spilled @ 6/04/2008 03:23:00 PM /
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