she woke
motionless
smiling as ever
ageless it seemed
to countless admirers
she must have
fallen asleep
fallen down?
in her dress
crumpled
faded now
lovely as always
her neck
surprisingly stiff
her head
awkwardly angled
feather boa
fetters?
draped carelessly
dropped?
bound her
she remembered
a single tear
tore sideways
down her papery neck
taking with it
a little more
of her colour
she drifted off
staring
wide eyed
dry eyed
damned wires as ever
just out of sight
Poetry Croft 