Selfie Poem by Leslie Philibert
Selfie
Mantis girl, all legs and arms,
a mess of open wounds. Too many
mouths open, too many blank eyes.
Femina juvenilia. A pink heap in
front of a secret room, filled
with stuffies and unread words.
You have no story, just strings,
a body opened like a bruised pet.
You are a shell, painted, seen
but not understood. Despite all;
you have failed to be immortal.
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4/24/2024 5:27:38 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Mantis girl....may be the finest opening line ever. really enjoyed this work. A 10.