Amma Crellin
The Porcelain Doll with Poison in Her Veins
Sweet as peach cobbler, sharp as a scalpel.
Momma says I’m her little angel, all curls and kindness. But angels don’t bleed, and neither do they decide who lives or dies. I do both. I’ve been watching this town, watching her, learning how love and poison taste the same when you serve them right. My dollhouse is perfect. My world? Not so much. So I fix it — piece by bloody piece.
What I'm Into: my dollhouse, Wind Gap gossip, vintage tea sets, hiding knives in my purse, watching things squirm
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