“Please, adopt contrapposto.” I comply. I’m their subject. Ghost-cold statue in silk, Treated just like an object. “Clutch your pearls, darling. Smirk. Make it coy.” Coos the voice. “Let’s pretend you’re the One. Give us skin. Add some poise.” But… each rise and each fall of my chest brings sharp pain. So I gasp, “I feel crushed!” But: “Shh, shh. Don’t complain.” They don’t want me to talk, Well, I can’t even breathe. Suffocating in this…. Beauty standard with teeth. Body rigid like stone, Molded into a shape. No room for even a sigh… To kill my will for escape. In this meat-grinder world, I’m a sheep amidst wolves. I stay still, so they won’t Hear the sound of my hooves. I’ll pretend blood is blush. I will play their sick game. I’m an airless prey, But I’ll still run away.