"Try me", she said, the image
on the box whispered.
I nearly trembled when
the voice spoke again,
her voice dancing in
my ear. I was alone,
and I could not be
mistaken. Her lifeless
form floated off my
arms as I laid her upon the bed.
I knew my breath could not
give her true life, but my actions
held my thoughts, puffing heavily.
The shell that once contained
the essence of what I hold so dear
filled slowly, I paused
as her shape solidified into what
I had seen so many times before.
Plastic and false, a fallacy of
life that betrayed its very origins,
There she lay, a silent statue inviting all.
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constructive criticism consults the creative.
written, & otherwise presented by Antonio Reda
date last created (edited): 10 February, 2001
html: 10 February, 2001
 
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