Forever Yours

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Forever Yours

The after-sex wrinkle of the blouse won’t press out and
the straps of that unforgiving bra cut deep into my shoulders,
testing my patience, an ironic reminder of the feministic ideals
I left behind in college. Yes, those ideas that I traded in for
Stilettos that force plump, pulsing veins to consume the
tops of my wearing feet, like ravenous leeches sucking the last
from a draining corpse. I am forced to wrap the parts of me which
hang, and fall and doddle in the air back into that pencil skirt
and that strap of leather used as a belt. Tightly package my not-tight
contents into a smooth, curvaceous figure of youth so that
I can be a living piece of art, breathing and scratching with the rest
yet not adhering to the same rigorous routines of their lives.
No, not I, I am just yours- I am your play thing, your figurine,
your sweet pet. My only concern is how long I’ll be able to
tape and tack myself into this plastic mold.