Marionette

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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?"
(Beware)

Copyright by Brittney Follett