Lifeless eyes staring blankly into a mirror, gazing back at herself. Memories are non-existent, vacated, hidden away forever; entombed within a plastic crypt.
How long had she been sitting on the bed? Dejection – “Give me a soul … let me feel, something, ANYTHING!” Rationale is freedom – depth.
Her speech is absent – voiceless. Numb legs, motionless limbs. Get up and walk mannequin; one leg in front of the other. Tripping up beats immobility.
She is not a broken doll; yet a doll, indeed – made for a purpose; to free a child’s soul. To allow a child to play- opening up an imagination not within herself.
Snatched up – sitting on a sidewalk stall. A small hand grasps her gently – “Let’s play, come home with me “… A new voice; running, jumping. Memories found in another’s eyes.