Snowflakes slowly fall and
disappear into the ground.
Frozen flakes disappearing
into the snow,
returning to the drift.
Opaque light glimmers on the surface
I wonder if my face has remained
the same, fake smiles all around
plastic happiness built on
plastic dreams.
I moulded myself to being the wife
a puppet on a string, a thing to own
Vile vinyl, fake female
toxic, neurotic, inorganic
credit card lifestyle.
The snowflake has reminded me
of a purer time, a kinder, softer time
Snowflakes are unique
I am unique not
Plastique
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 10:02 AM UTC
Snowflakes slowly fall and
disappear into the ground.
Frozen flakes disappearing
into the snow,
returning to the drift.
Opaque light glimmers on the surface
I wonder if my face has remained
the same, fake smiles all around
plastic happiness built on
plastic dreams.
I moulded myself to being the wife
a puppet on a string, a thing to own
Vile vinyl, fake female
toxic, neurotic, inorganic
credit card lifestyle.
The snowflake has reminded me
of a purer time, a kinder, softer time
Snowflakes are unique
I am unique not
Plastique
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