Hello,
Mannequin.
Build me up,
Mr. Racketeer.
Dappled hues
Above the lids
Stone face, it’s a hit, but
he’s immune
to your perfume.
Porcelain palette
all dolled up,
flaw-
less finish.
So contagious -
Until I collapse.
Alienate me.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
Poet_in_Motion
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