Siren.

picture this: you are a doll. a pretty little thing, made to be admired by girls, collectors, grandmothers reminiscing their childhoods.

you have no heart, or brain, and you're always staring ahead into the nothingness, but you're still smiling nonetheless.

among all the people who 'loves' you, i think the scariest group is the little girls. they want to dress you up and make you look pretty for their friends to see. you're nothing but a show.

back in the little girl's bedroom, she talks to you. sometimes she hits you against the edge of her toy box, simply because she's angry at you or at someone else and is venting on you. still, you smile.

you're also a target for devils sometimes. devils or demons, who like to reside in things which are made to be admired, just to have the attention of humans.

you know what i mean by devils don't you? the negativity, just to summarise it.

if you're wondering why i'm suddenly talking about dolls, it's because for one, it is one of my fears. another reason is because in many points of my life, i have been in the shoes of a doll.

especially to the little girl who made me.