by Writer

Pale skin

like porcelain

Your gaze fixed on something unknown to me

Is it the floor?

Or maybe the glass?

The mirror that shows you’re made of plas-

tic toc

You listen to the clock

All day long you hear it mock

because it’s the closest thing

this world can bring

that could ever sing

like the beat of a heart

And you know that I could never love you

because your touch would be cold

You would not move unless told

You have no will and no feeling, there for you could never see the ceiling as it sits right above you. You cannot look up or look down. You’re stuck where you’re at leaving our future to be dim. You could never see within.

i cannot love you mannequin.