I Feel Like A Mannequin
by Dith
I feel like a mannequin,
lift and smash.
I feel like a mannequin;
I am for you to lash.
But is this something that just happens?
The synthesis of perfection
gone on to mutate, regress.
I feel like a mannequin
and that’s why I’m stressed.
My bones ache in this routine pose.
It’s inescapable, even this frown.
My thoughts are even frozen.
I’d love to have freckles, and fat, and cuts, and bruises, and zits,
and boogers, and body hair, and moles, and nails, and a heart.
But these things don’t exist to me.
I am not alive, but if I were alive,
I would be happy. Happy to be full of flaws
And we are all full of flaws,
because living is flawed.
