Open wide.

She spoke directly
looking in
to her words they listened.
“Open wide,
even wider
that’s better.”
She reached,
the latex snatched upon their tongue
yanking harder.

They spoke often
it was nothing but an aggravation
she yanked it out with laughter.
The tongue turned purple
and shriveled within her hands,
poorly made she thought.
If only their contractor
got in touch with her creator
she wouldn’t have known it was an imposter.
A knock off,
that’s what this thing was
sitting in her chair
and even then she wanted it more
she wanted him to be her lover
rather than a more authentic version.

The penmanship was a bit off
and the seams they were sloppy
its mind however
was fully equipped
as if this creator
cared for its creation
as if all the time
went into filling the brain
with the knowledge it needed
in an accessible way
saving the creations time
from wasting energy fighting others
and spending its expiring time
upon enjoying life
and living unlike herself
in which she invested
her time finding answers
and searching
because parts of answers
were always missing.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

Published by Tina

I am a mother that is passionate about early education and a person that relieves stress through art, and writing.

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