Rape

A doll made of porcelain
Like the shiniest apple on a tree
A being of pure innocence
Crystal clean of sin

Adored by many
With rosy red cheeks
And hair of silk
Never thought to be touched
She was fine quiet and still

Innocence isn't everlasting
The doll was made to be broken
Her dress to be torn as she yells
Her colors to fade as she cries
Her hair to be pulled to make her once more still
Until she cracks under the pressure
And bends to his will

A doll made of porcelain
Once adored by many
Is now just another doll on the shelf
To be left to her own thoughts
Because she won't tell anyone else