Frozen Mannequin
Quietly lying in bed, a frozen mannequin untouched inanimate, unable to budge, depleted.
Frantically whispering crying for life, black, soundless and unnoticed, gasping for air, conversations that does not exist.
Misunderstanding and confusion, looming among society, white clouds over a dense fog, hiding a shadow.
Flowing white pleasant dress in nude stocking stored in imagery, a muse, soft subconscious stripped but speaking these words, fully moving in a motionless body, and yearning.
Beautiful smooth porcelain, a dark princess, taking over, contemplating, waiting for this lifeless body to regain strength, looking up in crystal eyes.
Vivianne Summers
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