The Captive

Behind the Ivy Door

Sequestered

By locks and bars

She stares.

Vehicles race by

Not minding their speeds

Rushing to nowhere or

Everywhere.

She sits.

Poses.

No synapses fire.

No hair out of place.

No bat of the eyelashes.

Nothingness rampant

In the life of a mannequin.

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