Ring, Ring! Ring, Ring! Do you hear that?
That's the sound of little girls digging their own grave.
A slender hand lifts the phone from its receiver and brings it to the ear of an elderly woman.
"Yes my dear, how can we help you?" Laced with bitter-sweet honey, her voice traveled loud and clear.
Breathing so deep kept the hearts of the small figures sitting at the window racing. Curls bounced as heads turned, glass eyes flickered.
"Not even a peep? There's only one way you could've found this number, sweet child of the Earth, so if there's something you want, you must ask for it."
Delicate heels clicked on the polished wooden floor. Dresses glittered in the light of an antique lamp sitting upon a desk that was cracked with age.
"Make me into one of you!" The clanging bells of a voice left un-tweaked sang out to the hearts of porcelain.
"Now, now, impatient child. This process is one that must not be taken lightly- have you told your mother about your decision?" Lips curled in anticipation.
"She doesn't understand me! I know that you would, Lady Porcelain. Please help me!" Tinkling in the background was laughter so cheery.
"You've come to me asking for help. And what is it, Dear Child, that you will offer me in return?" A shoulder draped in spots from old age cradled the phone while fingers gentle fixed the bow of a small girl's dress.
"My soul, your Lady." It was almost painful to take the soul of another young girl, but her children needed to eat. Her dolls were her pride and joy, and all anyone ever wanted was to be made eternal.
Too bad all it took was your soul.
That's the sound of little girls digging their own grave.
A slender hand lifts the phone from its receiver and brings it to the ear of an elderly woman.
"Yes my dear, how can we help you?" Laced with bitter-sweet honey, her voice traveled loud and clear.
Breathing so deep kept the hearts of the small figures sitting at the window racing. Curls bounced as heads turned, glass eyes flickered.
"Not even a peep? There's only one way you could've found this number, sweet child of the Earth, so if there's something you want, you must ask for it."
Delicate heels clicked on the polished wooden floor. Dresses glittered in the light of an antique lamp sitting upon a desk that was cracked with age.
"Make me into one of you!" The clanging bells of a voice left un-tweaked sang out to the hearts of porcelain.
"Now, now, impatient child. This process is one that must not be taken lightly- have you told your mother about your decision?" Lips curled in anticipation.
"She doesn't understand me! I know that you would, Lady Porcelain. Please help me!" Tinkling in the background was laughter so cheery.
"You've come to me asking for help. And what is it, Dear Child, that you will offer me in return?" A shoulder draped in spots from old age cradled the phone while fingers gentle fixed the bow of a small girl's dress.
"My soul, your Lady." It was almost painful to take the soul of another young girl, but her children needed to eat. Her dolls were her pride and joy, and all anyone ever wanted was to be made eternal.
Too bad all it took was your soul.
