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a pillar of sparkling purity
crystalline encrusted bodice
crisp skirt heavy with your adoration
bare shoulders of sculpted cream
feather fingers folded soft
porcelain lips eternally smiling

where the eyes should be
hollows, but you don’t notice
nor the acrid ooze running
from beneath the hem
like the life of a stiff swallow
seeps across the window sill

a monument to what died long ago

Linked at dVerse Poetics – Undercurrents

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