cigarette smoke.

dollface

She sat with her small hands

And perfectly crafted face

With her silky hair

And eyes of rain

With her sickly white skin

And thin, brittle bone

Her skinny waist

And blushing cheeks

She seemed so distant

So out of place

In a society looking for

Girls of her race

She cleaned and sung

Loved makeup and space

Such a shame, that we really have

Double standards, in this horrid place

This little girl was just looking for

answers

In a society that kills

She had met a necromancer

She'd do anything,

Just to not be replaced

And despite her dollface,

She now has walls of

Stone,

after all

They, in the end, leave her

All alone