I am a broken doll all fragile and cracked
My eyes burn like an insomniac
My porcelain skin turning black
My joints continuing to crack
My heart beats slows and I fallback
While I keep on smiling at my flashbacks
I don’t share how bad it hurts
So I can have my crying spirts
While I feel myself shake and my head break
I understand that I’m useless and frail
That everything I see is turning pale
I just want my blood to keep pumping
I want my body to start working
But I am broken doll that is put on display
While my body is still on a delay
About the Creator
Joy
Writing a scary short stories to espace reality
What’s your reason for reading them?
Dreaming of being an author and love any support
Blossom
A dead past does not put a halt to a new future. A year later, Kaffy, a highly intelligent, creative, bookish, and preppy Nigerian-Canadian 15-year-old girl was released from juvenile prison. She was arrested and charged with petty theft and assault, and was sentenced to a year in prison. Her sentence was supposed to be 6 months for stealing a lollipop, a chocolate bar, a pack of playing cards, and a bag of Cheeto's cheesies from 7-Eleven, but she received another 6 months for kicking, punching, and hitting another female inmate across the face during an altercation in the canteen.
By Talia Devora6 days ago in Fiction
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