Sculpture

I feel museumed, eyes

glued to my skin, can’t move,

have to stay on my platform. I

feel museumed, stuck in the same

position, face sculptured as a 

smile.

Head is so full, pouring out 

of my ear. Slowly chipping away

throughout the week, stop looking 

at me, I don’t want the 

attention.

Click! Click! Flashing cameras,

blinking white, silent, standing still, 

my silence is slowly jabbing me with a 

knife, rusted compared to the other art

work, out of style. 

Surrounded, can’t run, sinking into

my sorrow like sitting on a bean 

bag. Words not flowing out, cement

stuck between my lips, a repeat of 

yesterday and the day 

before.