An Illusionary Mannequin Poem by Fizza Abbas

Your cadaverous body
begs me to leave
your soul
and, search for a
new place
to reside.
I searched, searched
and searched but
couldn't find.
Then, I created your
mannequin, molded
it into a
buoyant figure.
Then, for an instance
I shoved my
hands into my
pocket; found your
hanky, I seized
it tightly and
initiated the
rubbing of the
face of your
mannequin,
Then, I didn't
need to infuse
a new spirit
in it as,
it turned alive
but not you!