Mannequins
It is here
In this alley littered with trash.
Where a man drives alone in the night.
Braking.
Motioning.
Waiting.
Where a high-heeled woman bends down to his window.
It is here
On this street I come to find you.
With your skin that is smooth.
With your face twisted and pale
And a name no one knows.
It is here
In this dark room
Where your naked body glows red
In the pulsating neon light
That I make you do things to me.
Though I stare now and again into your empty black eyes.
Copyright © Sam Toil | Year Posted 2014
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