Marionette (some strong language)
By Dilionn
I am a marionette the puppeteer's dead I hang inert strings tangled over the shadowy rafter hollow, wooden eyes to the hardwood quiet stage dust settling in my painted hair I long for someone to twitch my strings I want to dance I want to fight, fuck, spit and laugh rip the world a new asshole I want to sing, cry exult in simply living one day when the worm-eaten stage collapses into dust and wind whistles through shattered walls some lost tired soul will find this battered broken thing mend it with careworn hands and give it life once more Written January 30th, 2002 © on Jan 29 2002 03:01 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"I am a marionette..."