Stained Porcelain Doll

More of an abstract and dark poem

Teardrops fall like acid rain
burning and staining her white porcelain skin.
Shaky hands wipe her red eyes,
and just before they shut for the last time
her smile cracks her delicate face,
the pieces falling into the pool of blood.
They splash tiny beads of crimson everywhere
and her pale, white body is corrupted and coloured.