She's soft porcelain, wishing to be more;
Manipulated for distant desires.
She waits for the kiln to dry out her flaws.
Maintaining her figure of glory.

In times of fire and burning cruelty,
Manipulation ceased to work.
A backbone blossomed from the dust
of her fallen life.

After the bisque burn, her texture aged.
To hide it, she stained her skin
With Cosmetic dust and cream.
Prepared for a tropical rest.

Tropical relaxation was over;
She looked stunning.
Light rays enhanced her shine
To make her look divine.

Her future seemed protected by a new possession.