Porcelain doll crawling through slumber
Tear drop eyes, clear and cold
She dreams outside of nightmares
As dust collects upon her skin
An android with a frozen breath
Her ashen face resides in artificial light
Smooth, carved by celestial touch
Emerald dress caught in childhood
Fountain of youth starving her death
Her skin remains unbroken
Free of acidic mucous
In the night, the flies crawl
Through her frayed horsehair
She speaks no words
There is merely a blend of frost and wonder
settled within her soul
