Puppet Girl

Ok, lol. I admit it. I'm feeling a little "dark" tonight. Thanks, Taylor H, for the prompts....

 

Puppet Girl

by Erin L George

Her arms are made of oak

her joints are wooden balls

they fall loose at her side

when you offer her a hug -

pull the strings tight.

Her eyes are dead marbles

staring straight into nowhere

hiding tears she will not cry

kindling for a cold man's heart -

poke her with a stick.

She scratches on the right

bloody knots of pine

like a murderer's tear

tattooed in the cellblock -

feed her from a bag.

She holds on the left

where her nails are filed tight

memories of a calmer time

where she danced alone -

paint them.

Her hair is whispy straw

dusty from the slap of time

hanging loose in life's defeat

like candle wax -

set it on fire.

Someone painted on her clevage

with a fine haired brush

cradled in white lace

and a ruby corset -

undress her.

Her wrists are made of hinges

too strong to ever cut

floppy when the strings are loose

but ready to make love -

f**k her.