and laugh as the sun streams in
a spotlight roving glaring
illuminating the empty sheets where a man once
lay, came, left, forgot
the hollow casing (he thought) he penetrated
in the shadows of night.
she laughs at the joke she's played
a body is just a cardboard pop up prop
without folded stand and frozen smile
a decoy that preoccupied people mistake
for well blended body/soul/spirit
"divide and conquer," she whispers,
slowly coating her skin in plastic apathy
peeling away any soul-full remnants
existing as three, not one
fragments scattered where they cannot be
pieced haphazardly together.
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