BYTES OF LIFE (PART 2)
A man fades into the background of the flashbulbs and cameras. He is a hunter and has found his prey. By the end of the night, the Barbie doll would be his and his alone. His grip on her hand is possessive and causing painful bruises.
She dislikes being seen as “perfect.” She doesn’t want to be a possession. Her gaze into the camera shoved into her face is numbness. “Not a hair out of place, skin of porcelain,” were his exact words to her backstage. Her green eyes glittered with fury. At least she got to pick out her own clothes. Her red crystalline cress sparkled like embers in a campfire. Unconsciously, the black wrap was her shroud of depression in her Barbie doll world. When she gets enough money, she will end this chapter and start anew. She will eventually live a normal, peaceful life. She will not be seen as a perfect Barbie doll in that life. She will not be a possession. She will not have the stress and flashbulbs. The look of disgust plastered on her pretty plastic face draws cameras like moths to a flame. If she could only be seen as more than a pretty face today! She is human. She has feelings. Today she’s just a possession, a man’s play toy to be envied. Tomorrow may be a new day, but she’s trapped in the Barbie doll world. She doesn’t have the courage or strength to simply break away.
While he enjoys the company of envious men, she will be his arm-candy. Never being spoken to, never being acknowledged. She will reside in her glass case until it cracks. Then she will be cast out for a newer, more upgraded collectible. © Jade 3-4-07
