I can't see you clear enough
to see you were once like me. All I can see
is a steel cage doing service as a second set of legs,
sagging, long nippled breasts
milked dry and shapeless,
and a pair of spectacles dangling on a chain.
False teeth, dress stained; no, I can't see, if I look away,
that you were once like me; I put you away
and keep you
out of sight and out of mind.
For Margaret's prompt at Real Toads