Sequel To Daughter Of A Mannequin

Her moon-like face glistens under the light of a single bulb.

She’s alone with cold fingers and an outstretched voice.

Turn after turn, she eyes the silent street.

A dog passes by the window, muddy and thin.

From her cluttered corner, she feels miraculous.

Dawn approaches; the sun shines upon her stale, golden hair.

Her parched lips are the most mesmerizing idols.

She’s been taught to use her molded tongue for every occasion.

Life has treated us both with putrid baskets of folly.

From her cluttered corner, she feels miraculous.

Full grown and all the better for it.

Her sequenced tunes continue to expel.

Perhaps, her curves have expired.

Uncertain flakes bolt through the melodious air.

My second lover stands behind me.

She’s unrestricted by a wooden pedestal.

But from her cluttered corner, she feels miraculous.

Reviews

[Owen Aldin]

Really enjoyed this one, really intense. A lonly lif she leads....