Taxidermy
Taxidermy
He found my need and fed it.
I'm an empty vessel in a shroud.
A thousand pricks kept me calm.
I died for you to keep you proud.
I'm just another trophy to make
me lifelike with glass blue eyes
convincing color of the skin and I
promise I'll keep safe all the lies.
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