Swan necks (hypnotic hex)
Stony Gaze (fashion craze)
Giraffe legs (young girl begs)
Octopus arms (perfection harms)
These ethereal beings
Embody something imagined
Something some of us long for
If we’re lucky, we shall never have it
For it is we who
Dream
Feast
Perform
Live
Simply are
Something they will never be
We are lucky
For it is they who
Strut
Twirl
Become
Disappear
Binge
Purge
Deny
Wither
Waste Away
Till nothing is left but the garment
Their souls are invisible
Not even the flash of a camera can capture them
Primp
Posture
Pose
Pout
Pathetic is how they see themselves
They’re attending a masquerade ball
Dancing in singular, straight lines
Alone
There are no partners to be jealous of
Yet jealousy still finds them
Lose a shoe
Lose your balance
Lose weight
Lose hair
Lose your youth
Lose respect
Lose yourself
Lose your mind
So many expectations
Expect to
Represent beauty
Ingest more pills than food
Feel empty
Feel inadequate
Still be envied
Feel ugly
Feel flawed
Feel nothing
Expect to be expected
It’s all about fashion (yet they show little passion)
Gait is deliberate (their expressions inhibit)
Barely there (they don’t care)
No choice (no voice)
