I envy the stylish model her styrofoam perfect ******* those legs that never need shaving the sweet smile that needs no rest the hair that’s always behaving the pose that teasingly arrests she’s a icon of current fashion a flower neatly pressed but no love will ever find her no one cares if she’s undressed she’ll never accomplish anything never mind - I’m not impressed
This mannequin is freer than me I’m treed to taxes and age She stands beautiful and pale beyond the beautician’s windowdoor Glass cannot hinder one’s sight A primrose crown my daughter made for her naked head now wilts Still she is unaffected by life, the stoic Apolinaria
~ A.M, F.H.
Edited & Published 21st of February 2021. Written 21st of January 2021.
It's harder for my lungs to open up to new air when you're here than when you're not
After all your presence takes all the space I used to shape to fit my own self my own taste
Instead you force me into a mold you've created Force my body to fit my mind to submit my patience to coexist with things I never wanted A life not made for me
I'm just one of your mannequins to pass the time when people disappoint you life doesn't go your way your choices don't matter so that you can shape me into your own frustrations and smother my essence
I'm just one of your mannequins and now that you've left I don't fit in myself.
I was in love with a girl once who didn't love me back. She made me feel inadequate but also the best, most unrealistic version of myself
You are fashion Mrs. Juniper Some days a fitted skirt Others, a skinny jeans ensemble The summertime catcalls and whistles Over the length of your legs And a slinky polka dot bikini You pay no mind to If fact, you don't even blink Even when they lick the glass It's a job to you Plain and simple And no matter how stiff it becomes You're always willing To lend a helping hand
Inspired by, of all things, a scene from the 1970's police procedural TV series "Adam-12."
EAT me maniacal mannequin kiss my wishes. i am a broken misunderstanding that only you can understand AND SO the sun Falls down across the erecting Moon --the movers fell into gracious love with the shakers so lick me maniacal mannequin and hold me until my skin turns porcelain-blue like your heart.