She Stood Like A Statue Poem by Chris G. Vaillancourt

She stood like a statue.
Perfect skin layered on a perfect body.
A playboy model.
She makes men turn their heads to look at her.
The type of woman who squeals tires.
Gorgeous breasts.
Stunning hair.
She stood like a statue.
She was stone.
Spent hours.
Doing make-up.
Styling hair.
Picking clothes.
Smiling her plastic teeth.
Flashing her neon sign mind.
Slogans.
She lived all of them.
She stood like a statue.
Drop dead gorgeous.
Living idol.
Men wanted her.
She was courted by them.
Money lavished upon her.
She felt she deserved it all.
Scorned her fellow women.
Ridiculed her peers.
Too good to be in their company.
She stood like a statue.
Beautiful as marble.
But utterly, totally,
completely empty inside.