Porcelain, everyone wanted to be porcelain. To be beautifully crafted with the up most care. To be perfect in everyone’s eyes and be treated as if they were royalty based on their appearance. No one could be porcelain, no one can be perfect. For if everyone was perfect would we really be happy? Would any of us truly be happy? I don’t think we would be, and I’m pretty sure others will agree with me as well. If our world was perfect would it really last?
This porcelain world would crumble. For what would happen once we grew old? Or if we were disfigured by an injury? Would we really exist in such a beautiful world? No, no we wouldn’t. We would be deemed disgusting, revolting, a stain on this beautiful perfect world that must be removed. Once deemed imperfect we would no longer be human, but an animal that must be put down like a rabid dog. Who we once were matters not anymore, who you were matters not once your once beautiful porcelain features are cracked.
No one would want a cracked doll when they can get one that holds no imperfections. The slightest imperfections were deemed failures and tosses aside because they weren’t perfect. They didn’t fit the mold that society had set and therefore were to be pariahs and removed immediately least they crack others in their removal.
Even as she was being taken, dragged out of her home bleeding with a mark that will surly scar her face, she laughed bitterly and with a false smile and spoke like a fish out of water trying to speak. The people around stopped to stare, to understand, what was going on.
“Porcelain. We are all fucking porcelain. Easy to break and prone to crack with the slightest touch.” Her voice cracked and hoarse as she screamed startling everyone but the ones dragging her.
Maybe it was the fact that she was losing quite a bit a blood, or maybe it was the fact that she was being taken somewhere where no one will ever see her again. Whatever it was she just let her words cut through the air and burn into the minds of those who listened.
“Has no one ever questioned where those injured go? Where we go when we get old? Has no one even questioned anything at all?!” It unnerved her when she realized that she also never questioned any of this. Its Ironic that it was only when she was being taken away did she start to question.
“Those hurt, deformed, old, hold no place here in this perfect porcelain world!” She spat and grunted being thrown into the black van.
Her words were now silenced. Though the words she spoke hung and haunted the minds of everyone who stood on the sidewalk watching. The black van drove off and slowly one by one they dispersed with questions that will make them have restless nights for days to come.