Alice Lamb
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- Posted: Fri, 08 Jul 2011 23:41:47 +0000
The sun had just kissed the horizon and Alice, she loved this time of day. The whole sky was painted red now, a macabre in the twilight. Polluted until it gagged and choked, it flushed to some breathtaking shade of purple over billions of smiles and pointing fingers.
The Earth turns,
but we don't feel it.
Alice sat on the edge of a skyscraper, the city thrumming below her. One leg dangled while the other remained tucked under her ivory thigh, and her toes curled and wiggled against the soft breeze. It whipped her silky mane like a white flag; we surrender. Her head lulled back and she watched the sky with synthetic orbs that burned albescence. It was good to be free.
The doll leaned forward slowly and down she came, tumbling off the building, free falling towards a concrete tomb. Fingers reached out to either side and let the wind snake between them, suspending her in time for just a moment.
And they said she'd never live.
Legs pulled up into her chest, arms hugged until she turned fully, a falling star. A sharp motion and she braced herself for impact, like frosted porcelain crashing to the earth. Constructed limbs with impossible dexterity connected, bent, and straightened without harm, and Alice did not miss a beat before strolling away, ivory waves bellowing and relaxing down her back.
And here she was at another Tavern for another game, with or without Fetch. She pushed the doors open and peeked past them like a child at hide and seek, purely pale orbs making a calculative sweep over the room. Leather shorts creaked as her legs carried her in under a sleeveless purple top that clung to her lithe form. Seams glided along her limbs, just thick enough to be detected; her curse. Black, lacquered nails combed through her hair, avoiding the doves wing tied in with lace and crusted in blood.
Hangars sitting dripped in oil,
Crying FREEDOM!
Another had walked in just before her, and Alice noticed something that could only bring her such childish pleasure. His feet. She sped her stride and walked past him only to turn and abstract his path, looking him over like a hungry, circling lioness. But somehow, this doll still had the eyes of a lamb. Wide, innocent, this was her game.
You don't like them either?
She nodded towards his bare feet, then wiggled her own toes, an excellent smile splitting her face.