PaperChibi

A snuffle, a squeak, a short whimper soft tuft of hair, glitter of blue eyes in dimpled pink face the best gifts always come in small packages or red stockings early December morning But the mouth is best dainty, red, perfect for giving tiny smiles doll's lips Scabby knees, bleached hair, blue jeans soaked from fighting dragons too deep in that murky stream a stick a sword heart of warrior grown in child's breast December snow passes Now split from play, now swollen from tears but still doll's lips delicate, red, perfect From golden straw, to onyx, to rubies but still a heart of gold in pale, painted breast scar