by Brittney Follett   Nov 14, 2010

Hollow eyes stare out from inside a mirror.
They focus...recognizing this familiar stranger.

Fingers caress her mind, eyes become dimmer.
With a jerk of strings he becomes her master.

A flick of the wrist moves one foot in front of the other.
With each forced motion, her conscience begins to wither.

He commands her emotions, her will, her figure.
He the controller, she merely the player.

As he torments his puppet, she is surrounded by his laughter.
Out of her stitched mouth escapes a quiet whimper.

Satisfied, the Puppeteer leaves the room full of pleasure.
Tangled strings, tossed to the floor with a clatter.

Trying to unknot the strings, trembling in terror.
Rising carefully, she sees her savior.

Stretching and straining, reaching the dagger,
Silently slicing the strings, escaping her captor.

Her freedom won, she tosses out the past, trying to forget.
But still she hears the echo of his quiet voice saying:
"Where are you, my little Marionette?"

Copyright by Brittney Follett


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  • 6 years ago

    by Decayed

    The poem's tempo is captivating!

    Very descriptive and the atmosphere was very gloomy..

    I liked the topic so much (Marionettes)!!

    and these words between (...) give depth to this piece.


  • 6 years ago

    by Michael D Nalley

    Ilove the original formatting of this poem that delivered deep dark feelings with much skill

    I lik eyour style

  • 7 years ago

    by Cupids Got A Gun

    Wow. this poem says alot, the structure was great, the description was great and it really showed alot about you and your stly as a write. i deffinetely enjoyed reading this and i think its very good how descriptive and expressive you are. great poem. 5/5

  • 7 years ago

    by DirgeVenustas

    I think this is my favorite poem ever. this was amazing. the way you put in to words being controlled. how vindictive it is to control someone. this was amazing from start to finish

  • 7 years ago

    by Jennah Bella

    A huanting wite that was very deep and creepy. I liked how you kept the flow going throughout the poem and how you kept the reader interested


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