Like A Puppet

September 15, 2012
I struggle against your coiled wires.

Like a puppet,

I struggle against you.

You push,



and turn.

Yanking - you control my limbs.

Your stare sends my mouth to stitches

and makes my intestines tremble.

Lungs fight to push air through my lips,

yet they hold strong like a wall.

Breathe through my bricks, love.

Or do you prefer marble?



Cold like your black heart, Mother.

Cold like your fingertips.

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