Mannequin Horror

100 Word Wednesday: Week 116

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I never see naked mannequins

That I don’t think of her…because

The young student had reported

There was a mannequin lying on 

Band room stage…only it wasn’t

A mannequin, it was a body.

Nude, her clothes in a pile beside

Her, my friend lay dead, murdered

By a classmate…her blood a lake

Around her, crimson as Christ’s

In Whom she’d put her faith.

How many stab wounds does it

Take to make a lake of innocence?

And her throat was slit…that, we 

Knew from mortician’s inept effort

To tape it closed…all her friends

Aghast, grieved and traumatized.

Not a mannequin…

©Ennle Madresan, 2019 ~ All rights reserved.

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