puppet on a string
that's all i am to you, isn't it?
a wooden doll so you can be the
master ventriloquist
and force me to say what you want to hear
with those slender fingers as they tug the strings attached to my flesh
each pull followed
by your harsh commands
rips bits of my fragile soul
with the invisible strings
attached to my spine
but just remember,
dolls come back for revenge when the
sun falls from the sky.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
solivagant
Poesiayou are the words left unsaid on my dry lips the whisper of something i wanted but could not have
