Waxwork Poem

Posted October 30, 2010 in Creative Writing / 0 Comments

I used to know a girl
With a picture-perfect face,
But somehow in each photo
Her smile was out of place.
There was something not quite right
About the way she froze-
Like a wooden mannequin
In a mindless pose.

She had a little work done,
Nothing very drastic,
But still her facial features
Looked like they were plastic.
A real life Barbie doll,
I wonder what she felt?
If she showed emotion
Her waxwork face would melt.
Her hair and her make up
Always looked pristine,
Like they were painted onto
A china figurine.
I think that if she smiled
Her pretty face would crack.
She would be in pieces,
But who would put them back?

~Written 17/08/10

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