Literature
Playboy
Dressed up like a mannequin
some sweet-scented, alluring flower
she stands there, almost stone-like,
in a window somewhere.
Quietly, respectfully,
she walks through the haunted mansion
where some dark emotion resides,
waiting patiently, contemplating her humanity
until the self-hatred subsides
She has seen him, she has smelled him on herself
and her eyes are chiseled flint
cold and unforgiving
until his dark intentions are spent
Could she ever be the one
that someone else would cherish
to hold in high regard
until the day they were gone
No, she stumbles through the world,
destitute, and betrayed
She could never understand
that perhaps she