Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
a table of mannequins enjoying a bowl of plastic fruit. with their glass eye, watching the fake flowers grow. i walk in the room, in the fashion of skin, starving for beauty, and am reminded of why i was excommunicated.
0
Jun 21, 2016
Jun 21, 2016 at 9:59 AM UTC
real fake flowers
a table of mannequins enjoying a bowl of plastic fruit. with their glass eye, watching the fake flowers grow. i walk in the room, in the fashion of skin, starving for beauty, and am reminded of why i was excommunicated.
Written by
Bhutanese
Jun 21, 2016
Jun 21, 2016 at 9:59 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem