dollface | melanie martinez

𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛

a little girl's face at her bedroom window.

still round with the youth of a toddler,
but old enough now to walk on her own legs, and even speak a few words.

she watches the scene unfolding below her on the green outside;

one of the servants belonging to the little girl's house digging a hole, long and deep and narrow, before dumping a small body in it and filling it back in again.

the little girl does not understand what the servant is doing; in fact, she thinks nothing of it. in just a few minutes, she'll be called downstairs for afternoon tea and will forget about this incident completely.

she isn't to know that as she grows older, she'll play on that green countless times,

never to know that she's playing on the grave of her own blood.