i saw a mannequin in the streets today
leaning against a brick wall
cigarette in hand, heart on her sleeve
pale hair flowing across her snow-skin
cheeks and nose rosy from the cold air
they stare when they walk by; (she takes no notice)
she was trembling all over; (yet seemed so calm)
her thin body seemed so weak
as if she would break against the forceful wind
she strutted into the coffeeshop
(because what she did could not be mistaken for walking)
and ordered a cup of coffee; (no sugar, no cream)
then quickly left back to the streets

i opened my eyes and there she was;
a lifeless creature still in the window.