• Vol. 04
  • Chapter 08

Display Case

I was that
poor creature
trying to muss
her hair

Selling tickets
to my own
soul show

They made
pretty advertisements
about me

But then age
came
withering me

Change does
not occur
gracefully in
a glass case

Slowly
they stopped
coming to see me
like a screen queen
abandoned

Adoring public
that always
always
becomes fickle.

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