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a puppet master fingers of twisted knots knots of strings wooden limbs the curtain rises puppets dance puppets smile puppets play the curtain falls puppets cry puppets rest puppets pray loss of control loss of innocence loss of love choices rare decisions none

broken mirrors show several versions of self rusty pipes squeak history pink whiskered noses, the size of a pencil erasers disappearing into the dark the rumble and roar of rushing water echoing in the hollow walkways shh-shh-shh                                                                              emptiness eyes tell stories glassy sorrow made-up hope bagged fatigue the road maps of life the headlights of the future                                                                                  ahead hands become power calloused trophies of conquered tasks gentle signs of love and care weapons quick and deadly ca

she liked his gaze so she gave him a smile she liked his voice so she gave him a conversation she liked his interest so she gave him her time she liked his company so she gave him her number he liked her smile so he gave her a compliment he liked her blush so he gave her a joke he liked her laugh so he gave her coffee he like her company so he gave her a call he like her voice so he gave her a line she heard his like alarms went off he saw her hesitation so he pushed harder she was scared of his pushing so she ignored his calls he wanted her body so he came to her job she wondered where things got out of control

a frost dusted wooden bench. shoots of crystallized grass poke up around the metallic legs. a small pond, silent, still. a mirror to the sky. ice blue spotted with cottom balls. branches, leafless, peek in to gaze at their own reflection. all is quiet but a plastic bag, crinkling, carried by a winter breeze. rustling naked branches and turning the pond to ruffles. all purity: disturbed.

hold me close or ill slip away fairy dust in the wind shimmering with promise only to the eyes of the believer im disney; fake im the princess doll looking pretty but meaningless and when children stash me in the toy box will you even notice? will you turn away with blind eyes? who am i if you don't know i exist? my existence depends on you your hands and arms and lips give me life give me a shape give me a voice who i am if you don't know who i am? your the sculptor to my clay the mold that i came from the stick for me to grow around like a vine growing with slight manipulation who am i without you? do i even exist?

take me for who i am weakness and regret tell me what i want to here guide me in the wrong direction ill follow like the blind sheep following the scent of acceptance and ignoring what is right take me at face value cause you are the brains of my operation the symbol of who i have become teach me how to take advantage teach me how to hurt cheap words that sound good is all i am worth take me at my worst and keep me there just as i see the light blindfold me just as i find happiness rip it away hurt me for everything youll never be lead me down the road shadowed in shame take me for who i am everything you're not

i wanna feel the wind in my hair and learn how to fly i walked the streets searching watching cars go by lost in a cloud of confusion floating on air wishing i was the kind of girl that doesn't care i like my feet planted firmly on the ground i like to the master of my own body to be the one tugging the strings but the words from my past experiences i have yet to overcome storm the trenches of my present declaring war on every bit of happiness threatening to chase away everything i love i am helpless hopeless and willing to fight beware there is nothing scarier than someone who has nothing left to lose

raking her hand across the desk, she threw a blast of pens, papers, empty cups, and dirty plates to the ground. screaming and stomping and crying all at once, she wanted to pull her hair out and scratch and scrape at her own flesh to rid herself from the monster inside. she cries in defeat and sits plopped on the cushioned couch, trapped. all her dreams passing by her as she feels the lack of money, the stunting of her broken childhood that robbed her of the coping skills everyone else seems to have, the guilt of her past that was fueled by the lacking of those skills, the anxiety and depression of that revelation, and frustration at it all w

sitting on an oval cage of life mother ostrich felt a crack. excitement rushed through her veins adrenaline taking the place of blood drumbeat of a heart adalade called for her husband SQUAWK! the egg rumbled the hairline fractures stretched pieces of the casing began to fall first the little beak then a wing then a fluster of feathers opening its eyes to the new world she started with soft chirps chirps turned to squawks awe turned to fear the face of a mother with a meal prepared soothed the worries of the little life waiting to be lived platapus buck teeth duck bill webbed feet flat thick tail where did you come f

her fingertips ran through the strands of her chocolate brown hair; squooshing and mushing shampoo into the bottoms against the top and stopping to massage the scalp underneath. as the foam climbed and grew the strands turned to blobs of brown mounded on top of her head; only patches of the color showing against the soap bubbles. stepping into the waterfall running from her shower head, Annabelle rinsed the sudsy intruders out until her hair squeaked that the job was done. she twirled and wrung the water from her hair and it hit the tub floor with a thud and a clap. stepping out of the porcelain and onto the plush of the bath rug, she reache