It hangs

Already washed and perfectly ironed

Hems properly sewn

Sequins attached, matches the fabric

Of black silk

Belts and straps hanging

But no one noticed

So it hangs

It waits

Posing for everyone passing

Catwheels and leaps

To make heads

Turn

And eyes to roll towards her

Direction

But no one comes

So it waits...

Every tick of the clock

It waits desperately

But no one comes

Not

One