Puppeteer, quick,
Pull my cheeks up
‘Yes, I'm happy for you,
I'm so happy for you’
A crack forms where the string is attached
In the middle of my back
It creeps outward like a heart’s veins
The man I love with someone else
The man I love with someone else
The man I love with someone else
Quick, pull my cheeks up
‘Yes, I’m happy for you’
The cracks spread down my backside,
the wood creeks softly toward my heel
I hear a tiny clink on the linoleum floor
Hurry, Puppeteer, get me out of here
This, I’ll never tell
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Comments1
a great read
really well realised, thanks for sharing
the imagery and tone of immediacy
really help to elevate each other
some imagine the ground
eating them alive, just
so they can survive that moment
other's, like in your poem
entrust themselves to their, intuit
self
and hope they have enough, to survive
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