You look at me with interest, while I am merely Staring back at you, but I make no move. Take one step forward, please.

You comply, by some miracle, and I am Glad that you have decided to visit me yet again, but as always, I am merely

  Staring.

Are the lights too bright for you? Shall I dim them a little, my dear? Why do you look at me with such Disapproving eyes?

I may not be perfect, but I have room to grow. You may Change any part of me as you deem fit.

  Your desires are my desires.

We work on this together. Yes? No, others will set the scene for our intimate affair, but you are the Master behind the masterpiece, and I, your Vacant body to experiment with.

  Please do not hesitate to be violent. A scratch or two won’t kill me, though It may leave a mark. Little space I have, and noisy it may be but (a strange one) you always perform in the dark.

  You will love me, true, as I will love you Our time together a joy, one that I will always Cherish, but

  As how others before you have left me cold and empty, So will you, when you have had your fun. And I am left with no choice but to Wait For another one like you to come before me, And look upon me with interest And tell me that I am perfect.

  Only then, will I once again be Staring At this new face that takes your place, but When this new one leaves me too, I will still be Longing For you to return. For all of you to return.

  To paint another brilliant canvas on my bare skin, For I am nothing but a bare and empty room.

    -- Millicent Wong, Catholic Junior College