Mannequins of Truth


Displayed behind the transparent veil of fakery, 

Mannequins of truth stared out into the street, 

Unable to move a bit,

Locked up in a tiny space.

Motionless eyes searched for a genuine story, 

That effortlessly unfurled out in public,

When it occurs, 

Tears from the imaginary tear ducts, 

Shed awe and inspiration invisibly. 

@Emily Parker 


Posted on

September 30, 2021

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