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Unseen Mannequin (Spencer Black-Lafayette, LA)
In this old costume store, a shrine of a mannequin with old fashioned clothing stands hidden in the very back, away from anyone who might show interest. At one point in time this mannequin might have been beautiful but who would know? White spots showing from underneath the white painted skin, black marks all over the face maybe from overuse. Maybe it's a shrine because it's more realistic and unique of its kind with the worn lipsticked lips and fading eyes.
Those mannequins seen in the real stores, dressed with their custom designs, the whatever kids are interested in, the whatever is more dessert for the eyes – they just don't know. This older mannequin seems to be wiser than that especially with its collection of different sparkling, red, Dorothy shoes below it.
The mannequin must believe there is no place like home. And maybe this is not its home. It could be that this mannequin knows that home is the most real place it can be. Home is the only time it can be itself. But this mannequin will not complain or hide underneath the soupy, sticky mounds of makeup just to be accepted in the outside world. So it is placed in the very back of an old costume store.
Please don’t stress
I see what you do all year
Everyday you show me
Through your actions
How much you care for me
But please don’t stress
It’s not money or possessions
That make me give my life to you
It’s the moments that are small
When people don’t care to look
That you show your love most
So don’t stress to demonstrate
What you already know you do
Just say “I love you” and…
My underwear will come off for you
This is your soul trying to connect to you for last
the time. We have come to the final crossroad in our life. This is the end. These
are our last earthly breaths. From this abuse of yourself, we will both die. You
will be a rotting corpse. I will fade away into Darkness. People may mourn your
death, at first, but you will be forgotten, while I am left here molested by
the hands of Hell. God will cry, “My child didn’t fulfill her purpose.” I’m begging you; don’t do this. It has been a slow
ride, a slow descent to suicide.