Very poignant., Jade.
Here's mine. It's funny looking back at it, how immature and angry I was back then. I really needed to grow up. A lot. I only saw the world from one viewpoint in those days. I'm thankful now that I re-read this that I was able to bury my anger and bitterness. I wasn't happy then. Well, here goes. Please go easy on me.
Marionette
She never really loved him
What is love to someone with a mind
Bound by strings upon strings of childlike perversion?
To her, he was just a gentle soul who would not stray
Her marionette
She wraps her wretched lunacy across his chest
Much more a snare than a lover’s caress
Demonically sways his strings across the stage
As a primitive dance unfolds
Coward, she hides behind the crimson curtain
Satan, sneering, cranks a music box
To others, she, the puppet master
Presents herself as serene, demure
In essence, the epitome of human perfection
He, the lonely puppet, plasters a smile on his painted face
Sketched-on teardrops chipped here and there
Colossal scars meander downward like illimitable tears
Bloodshot eyes cast me a look of utter despair
A solitary breath pours from his inflexible lungs
Perhaps his last
The rest of the audience drools at the show
Rolling their tongues about
As if the curtain were constructed of gory gauze, I wonder
Am I the only one who sees through this facade?
Each time the puppeteer forces her malevolent lips onto those of her poor marionette
I asphyxiate and drown in blood and lightning
The plasma suffocates and renders me weak
Glass, ice, and gravel rise…
…fall
In my throat
Sever my stomach and muffle my cries
I hate her, I despise her
Because he's fooled into thinking he loves her
I want to tell him, but I cannot
Because she yanks him by those God-awful strings
Ever so grotesquely
And pulls him away
She fears me, I sense it
Paintbrush in a gnarled hand
She etches and scrawls new features on her toy
To suit her own selfish desires
And make him more like her and less like me
She paints over his blue eyes with a cloudy, teary gray
So sad, so sad indeed
I, with every fragment of adoration in my heart
Am dying to erase and redraw the handsome lines he once had
I plead with God for some ethereal pair of golden scissors
To cut his strings and set him free
Because I love him with such immense passion
That I cannot bear to let him be her marionette anymore
Please…
Let us ascend onto a cloud
And float away from this staged humanity
To kiss his wooden lips
Until they are
Plump
Rosy
Human Again
To leave and never return
To journey to a place where he and I will be the only real, and loving two