Melanie Beth

Porcelain Doll

The skin is smooth like the mirror I gaze into. Rose lips contrasting pale skin stood out to my sight, cheekbones highlighted by the pink hue that dust them consistently. The eyes that stare into the glass are mine, so deep and emotionless, yet so stunning. Black, pencil straight hair tops my head, a gleam of light sparkling in the locks. My hair isn’t too long, but it is just as gorgeous as the rest of the mirrored image. I would have smiled at the sight of my beautiful image, but I know my mouth doesn’t work.