She is faceless and shapeless and blank

and so

you mold her into the contours you love

make her voice out of pretty stained glass

fill her smile (make it wide) with white teeth

And braid up her hair

in fine silk and rhinestone adornments.

Fill her with fearlessness

courage and will

Spill her over with splashes of sweetness

randomized hints of perfection that never quite fit

make her quirky and charming

unique and adored

make her wonderful

beautiful

it.

Enjoy Juliet

as she dies in your hands

A butterfly under the glass

of your ripe fabrications.

05/16/2005

Author's Note: For Jordan's past, for Jordane's present, for Llowyn's future.

Posted on 05/16/2005
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