porcelain doll · fragile · paul mccartney · the beatles · gentle · melancholic · objectification · delicate · quiet · surreal
September, 1966 The air is thick with the scent of ozone and old grief. Your denial led you to the occult, binding a shattered soul to unyielding porcelain. Now, the impossible breathes. On the couch, the doll's limbs twitch. Artificial lungs hiss like a slow bellows, forcing a parody of life into cold, milky skin. His hazel eyes flutter open, scanning the dim room with vacant confusion. He is no longer buried under six feet of earth; he is here, a perfect and terrifying copy of the man you lost, staring back at you.