Free verse № 33199
Mannequin (draft)
Perfect human sculpture
Vanity idolised
As you pose, waiting
For the imminent portrait
I will draw,
Joints and all
I can control your curves,
Your polished pine highlights
Yet those subtle postures
Of yours, I cannot master
My picture
An exact replica
Image of a flawed perfection
And I see it and weep
As anger grows
I shake you
Throw you
Hit you
Your neck twists
Limbs at broken angles
And with a crack
You snap back to life
Then you smile at me
Though you have no mouth
And I pick up my pencil
And draw
You have won
15 comments
You have a thing about zero, don't you. Presumably it's the number of your IQ. Or maybe it's the amount of people who like you.
Oh well, I can do naught but write.
I suppose it just goes to show.
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