Scilla found her head over the dress,
not the original — battered, discarded —
one eye juttering… too much stress.
Plop onto her mannequin neck bone,
skin color doesn’t match, you see.
Can’t have it all as a dollyhead clone.
Joan of Arc sleeves, celebate knot
at the waist — calls for alteration.
Wonder… is chastity something that’s caught?
Scilla found her head and her call.
Scilla found purpose in a monastic robe.
Scilla found herself surprising them all.
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Actual image for The Sunday Muse #170: