Rubber silhouettes, sleek and propelled
into lovely molds.
Solidified by words of damnation and disrespect.
Told what their soft skin
must mirror.

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. 

Domestic alienation,
she settles into self-affirmation
Whispering hurtful reminders


By Hayley McGaugh

Venuspoetry, submissionComment