candy for the eye

everything pulses with the clock,
welcome to my new world,
filled with swatches of fabric,
glitter and frills

headless debutantes keep watch
from each window

candy for the eye,
wrapped in noisy cellophane,
the sun shoots rainbows
through sequins
and casts them on the walls

pins bite fingers
as dresses are bound
to foamy flesh

the fedora in the corner
is begging to be worn,
while patched up garments
wait to be rescued,
the injured patiently await
their operations

I feel I don't belong,
in this hall of frills and gowns,
yet here I am,
and I plan to stick around

Author notes

So I wrote this right before I left from work...it was my first day and I work at a local bridal/formal shop. The headless debutantes are manikins...so are the owners of the "foamy flesh". The "injured" are the things that need to be altered. Oh, this is my 300th poem! yay! *throws confetti*