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The Porcelain Doll

The pale face of the porcelain doll
I turn on the faucet with a metal handle
the fluid flows as red as her lips
an empty glow pulses in the room

Her delicate hands hold a paper fan
just a thin piece like the edge
I dizzily look at the rainbow
through the window of my eyes

A strand of her dark hair falls to the ground
coinciding with a large echo
my hands are cold, my arm warm
the acicular mountaintop sharp, my vision blurred

The doll has no shoes, and her dress is torn
the stain on my carpet provokes a small spider
as the phone rings and the TV blanks to static
the ground and my head connect

Thanks for reading.

DJ

I really enjoyed. I like your style of writing. Keep up the good work that you are doing.

I guess it's in how you interpret it. I made it to be like how a bat connects to a ball, but you may have construed it to be as in a telephone call. That is how I meant it. Here a a revised version of it again:

The pale face of the porcelain doll
I turn on the faucet with a metal handle
the fluid flows as red as her lips
a pulsing, empty glow, a silent cacophonous rip

Her delicate hands hold a paper fan
just a thin piece like a crystal of sand
I dizzily look at the rainbow skies
through the translucent window of eyes

A strand of her dark hair falls to the ground
coinciding with a muffled, echoing sound
as a sharp clank of metal is heard,
my hold of it is cold, and my arm warm
my vision continues to remain blurred

The doll has no shoes, and her dress is torn
the stain on my carpet provokes a small spider to mourn
as the phone rings and the TV blanks to snowy static
the ground and my head connect

I enjoyed this poem.

One comment, as I was just wondering. The last line, where you put 'connect,' is there a different word to portray what you mean, or is my interpretation slightly askew? When I read it, that word just seems a bit out of place.