cold_porcelain pSyche Your mind was cold, hard, and smooth as porcelain. But you had those chips, those little breaks where I could pry a hold with my thin clamy fingers. Was it because you were so lonely? I'm not sure. I don't think I'll ever understand. Whenever you talked about dying, I always pictured how we'd be just like dolls- all those dolls you had on the shelves in your house. Dressed up our finest, with those painted faces and peaceful looks. The only time I think I ever saw you yell at me was when I broke one. I remember that night so clearly. And I remember that was the first time I slept in the bathtub. I hated that bathtub. Even putting the rug in there beneath me could not keep the chill from my bones. Everything moved so quickly after that night. The fighting grew worse, the debts never lessenned. And you told me I didn't have to worry. But we all knew I did. And now, you're just like them. Cold porcelain. Another piece on the shelf. 070109 ... megan in the wizard of oz there is a china city made up of tiny people made completely of china and they break so easily. but no worries, they can be mended but they're not quite as beautiful afterwards 070109 what's it to you? who go blather from