Marionette Strings
written by: Christina Ciufo
@ChristinaCiufo
Burgundy curtains rise
from our oval stage called
relationship.
On the banister above,
your amber callous eyes
inspecting over my vulnerable,
lumped body on the floor.
White strings coiled
around your meticais fingers,
anticipating for the orchestra
to perform your nefarious
and disillusioned composition
for naïve ears to listen.
You pull the string;
my scared body rises.
Your index finger rises;
my limped arm rises.
Your thumb twitches;
my battered elbow bends.
Your hands lift, clutches,
and wrenches;
I moan from your scorching movement.
My body contorts and flinches
from your carnivorous, licentious
consumption.
Like a heart surgeon, inserting your knife’s sharp point
into each palpitating vein,
you orchestrate your licentious thoughts
and cravings into my being, surrendering
into becoming possessed by your impious,
devious, tangled mind.
Burgundy curtains plummet
from our oval stage called
relationship.
Adequate grin and flickering malice eyes
inspect my limped, scared body,
while I dirge, despondent, phantom tears
of being your marionette.
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