Broken

How cursed the dawn, the brilliant blinding light of day, heavy curtains lay open, moats of dust swirling in the cold morning light. On the floor in a pool of white lay a beautiful doll, one blue eye staring blind into the light, the other lost, hair a puddle of darkness, pale porcelain face cracked, skull broken, red lips parted in a soulless smile. Curled within shadow, a small girl sits, black eyes dripping pink tinged tears, sharp teeth biting ruby lips. Chubby fingers twitching at the edge of darkness, before reaching into burning light to twine in silken hair.