Requiem For the Mannequin: Mannequin Series 6
You love skin
that cannot feel
a mannequin
she isn't real.
She ripped herself open
to find what was beneath her
maybe a heart she was hopin’
but, she is a plastic little girl
she'll never feel
her skin's plastic
she doesn't heal,
even if it’s drastic.
She cut skin away for you
maybe then love would mean something more
but you left her in the shades of blue
was she nothing but your little whore?
She is a mannequin
lost in the reflection
used for her skin
of twisted perfection.
She peeled back all the layers
to find raw red creed
to find she had no takers;
never knew she could bleed.
Don't let her forget
you don't love this mannequin
make her a regret
just wanted her for skin.
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