Dull Eyed Mannequin Poem by Cynnd Rose

You can shame her as you please
Rip clothes off her back to sell
change her face to another spine, or none at all

she waits in storage and beautifully ages
Except for chipped eyes that have never blinked,
She is gorgeous
And no mind to mention
Whom is the artist or machine
which conceived your dull eyed, sexy, subtle sheen?

Your impeccable radiance that could not
compare to my bulging disfigurements

I look upon you and grin

Your inviting stare, sealed lips and, graceful posture
Are in contrast to my emanating weep that hides behind fire

But more than that
I wish I was capable as you endure
As you are
As you will be
solid to any defeat

Not like me