Little Doll pt. III — B

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Aug 8, 2017 · 2 min read

The doll maker picked up the little doll with the growing heart, his ties to make it smaller had failed — only constricting it further, causing it to burst. Her heart beats shallowly surprisingly, but the doll maker sighs…”you’re even frailer than you were before, don’t you ever learn to keep matters of the heart out of your mind?” A blank but knowing stare is all he gets back, the gloss has gone dull in her eyes & the glass is dusty. “You’ve made a lot of mistakes, you’ve hurt a lot of people due to your heart and negligence! I sewed these sutures in place and here you are with an irreparable chest…all my time and my hard work wasted and you can hardly keep yourself alive now. I should have kept you on the shelf. Look, you’re bleeding everywhere.” With each small heartbeat blood pours and spurts from the wounds, thick red liquid collecting at her tear ducts dripping from the orifices of her face. “You’re nothing but a pair of arms and legs. Youve become a useless nuisance.” The craftsman tsking at his creation. Eyes staring up and ahead she blinks and opens her mouth in attempts to make a sound, but merely a small rasping noise escapes accompanied by more blood “You’re choking on your words, you’ve done enough, think about what you need to say in the mean time…sit and mend, you’re nothing to me right now.”

To the one who played with my heart, to the one who broke my ribs and my chest, I hope you know I tried my best. I wish to rest even if it means inside of a small box, away in a lonely corner.

To the one who made my arteries burst and my pulse beat in unrest, I hope you know that I am in ruins for I have angered you, and my creators, and I am nothing

For

Myself.

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