A Doll in a Box by humanoid_unicorn

Momma had made me so delicately. She chiseled my hands and feet, A pair of puckered lips, Soft swells for cheeks, Adorned me in the finest silks. She ladened my eyes with polished glass.

She‘d kept me in a box. She’d take me out, Straighten my frills & brush my hair. Then she'd lay me back. So the box became my world. A soft little girl made for a world of eight corners. Momma had made me so delicately.

And then everything came tumbling down, When momma left me by the window. The hours went by & what momma called 'sky' grew dark. It bloomed with a million shiny speckles. Glass eyes imbibed another world through their fish-eyed lens.

creak * My fingers, they reached for the skies. But wooden fingers make so fickle an effort!

I felt little wet beads bobble down my cheeks. So these are 'tears'. Glass eyes in a glossy pool of tears. Wet cheeks crackled the polish. Momma had made me so delicately, hadn't she?

Medium: Ink, Graphite, Procreate. Timeline: Circa September 2020 A.D.