her figure mashed in a blue wonder suit
to give her body the hourglass it wanted
and the sex appeal it lacked completely.
she closed her eyes and lay in it
she slept in it, then dreamt in it.
dawn did not come.
haze and rainclouds peeked over the horizon,
as she awoke to the sterilized cock,
crowing it's mating plea.
one eye opened, as her hand did too.
it reached for the charcoal and pad
beside her head.
her hand scribbled and sketched the first thoughts
that traced her mind, behind her eyes.
two eggs, over easy, it was.
she tasted the image,
and devoured it's fragerance,
with that she finished breakfast,
and stepped her toes to the ground.
from the floor, carpeted, to the window that was clear.
she pulled the door and felt the fog.
she slipped off the suit,
and her figure softened.
the pool outside was cold and hard,
it slid past her and shot a breath into her lungs.
She climbed out, shaking,
and retrieved the molding suit.
as she refitted herself, she sat down for lunch.
grapes came to mind as she put them on the pad.
she stood in front of a mirror,
and scrutinized her reflection.
she liked the shape, but not her color,
and decided she'd draw some sunshine for the week.
Bored with the day,
she slumped on the couch,
and sighed as she tried to take a breath
in the restricting comfort of lycra.
she could not,
and so she slept.
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Submission Name: Lycra Dreams in Charcoal.
