I was born in a window display,
posed before I had bones.
I was raised by mannequins
perfect and sale ready.
Silent saints of scarcity.
My first steps were aisle-walks,
then I met your pupils
History was created.
Your longing blinked
and I slipped in
your cart and heart.
You named me taste and choice.
But I lived in your brain as a voice.
I am immortal, showing you a portal
of an infinite pit labelled brands
a hunger that expands.
and drags you to shop
till you drop.