Mannequin

Written Febuary 15, 2023

Mannequin. Faces painted onto plastic.
Bodies molded into your image.
On display in your windows.
To gaze at and admire.
But never to touch.
Never to hold.
A mannequin.
A statue of perfection.
But never free to move on its own.
Never free to eat, to see, to touch.
Never free to live. Because perfection isn't alive.
It's dead. And you killed it.

Makeup painted onto pale faces.
Corpses molded into a doll.
On display in your mortuary.
To gaze at and mourn.
But never to touch.
Never to hold, one last time.
An empty casket made of stained glass.
Never free to move again.
Never free to eat, to see, to touch.
Never free to live one more life.
Because she's dead.
And you killed her.