
| Mannequin Me
Author: Ilsa Immerman A crappy sonnet about feeling fake.
Rated: Fiction K - English - Words: 123 - Reviews: 7 - Favs: 1 - Published: 04-30-03 - id: 1292484
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These crosses we bear concealed in mad smiles
Our bodies these husks so withered and dry
We swallow our tongues and choke all the while
Our faces masked til the day that we die
Complacent sheep are so crippled and lame
Placid and pretty til I'm grey and old
Too blind to see that we're all just the same
Too dumb to scream til I'm dead and cold
Posable dummy though lifelike is numb
A drugged up and whored out human Barbie
The striking beauties all leave me so dumb
Shred the illusion, let truth be set free
When blood spills from flesh what will I feel?
If I feel pain will it mean that I'm real?
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