The strings were strung in the hole in the floor
The body hung like a jacket on a door
It swayed and twisted shock and terror on its face
All dismayed and blistered I have to get out of this place
I ran and climbed my fingers going raw
The world span and inclined as I fell into his claw
He smiled no, grinned, as he reach his hand to my face to touch it
How did he find me again? That God damn puppet
Broken dreams and palaces
By Iconicbxtches
Poem I wrote, for school and for fun More