Rubber silhouettes, sleek and propelled
into lovely molds.
Solidified by words of damnation and disrespect.
Told what their soft skin
Glass makers modify
each inch of their bodies,
forcing a collision of fibers that cannot connect.
A flexible figure,
stiffened into false form.
Not an existence but a damnation.
Doomed to feather through
methods of halfhearted survivals.
she settles into self-affirmation
Whispering hurtful reminders