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Image originally posted by baronjungern www.deviantart.com/baronjunger…

Inspiration for post by Doll-Ladi

Who was she? What was her name? How did she get there? It doesn't matter as "it" is only seen as the mannequin now. Motionless, silent, fully mannequinized and permanently transitioned from one existence to another. Now a full time member of the inanimate object world rather than a free willed participant in the organic world. It is still sentient and will assimilate in time. It will begin to know life only from the inside of a window display, or a storage room, or a showroom floor. In time the previous existence will only be a distant memory, perhaps even uncertainty if it ever happened.

A Mannequin in a Window

The mannequins in the shop window whisper excitedly:
A new girl arrives today.
She was real once,
as were they.
But life,
as it had done to so many before,
had stilled her soul.
Soon the rest of her followed.
Now she lays, frozen in plastic perfection,
in the dirty storage room of the store.
She is dressed roughly,
all former privacy forgotten,
by a shopkeeper
who thought she saw,
in the dim light of that room,
a single tear in the eye of the mannequin
before she placed her in the window,
to always be displayed
but never again
truly seen.
Or to think
or feel...
a mannequin in a window.

Poem by

- Savannah Carlstrom

Description

Image originally posted by baronjungern www.deviantart.com/baronjunger…

Inspiration for post by Doll-Ladi

Who was she? What was her name? How did she get there? It doesn't matter as "it" is only seen as the mannequin now. Motionless, silent, fully mannequinized and permanently transitioned from one existence to another. Now a full time member of the inanimate object world rather than a free willed participant in the organic world. It is still sentient and will assimilate in time. It will begin to know life only from the inside of a window display, or a storage room, or a showroom floor. In time the previous existence will only be a distant memory, perhaps even uncertainty if it ever happened.

A Mannequin in a Window

The mannequins in the shop window whisper excitedly:
A new girl arrives today.
She was real once,
as were they.
But life,
as it had done to so many before,
had stilled her soul.
Soon the rest of her followed.
Now she lays, frozen in plastic perfection,
in the dirty storage room of the store.
She is dressed roughly,
all former privacy forgotten,
by a shopkeeper
who thought she saw,
in the dim light of that room,
a single tear in the eye of the mannequin
before she placed her in the window,
to always be displayed
but never again
truly seen.
Or to think
or feel...
a mannequin in a window.

Poem by

- Savannah Carlstrom