Fragile and hollow encased in an invisible glass case,
she sits, legs crossed and hands placed perfectly on her knees, her hair falling in waves of perfect curls, even the straps of her dress ironed and without a wrinkle.

Foundation spread over her face making her skin look like porcelain, her make up almost looked like an artist had painted it on too perfectly.

And from this doll, dull lifeless eyes stared ahead, her skin was warm but her heart was like ice, it had frozen long ago when she became nothing more then a show piece of beauty to be displayed for all to see.

Then one day he pushed her just a little to much and she crashed to the floor, her body and face splintered and cracked
and she lay there feeling nothing at all.

That’s where he found her, and with tender hands and strong arms he picked up the pieces and gently began to glue the bits together, she began to take shape once more, but he did not stop at the outer shell, he breathed warmth into her and slowly the fire began to warm her and the life in her eyes shone bright, the fine cracks left behind were more beautiful because she was unique, they showed how she had healed.