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Apr 2017
[April 28, 2017]

Chilling rain renders through blanketed atmosphere
Piercing mist cloaked daggers slicing empty air
Tracing lines transformed drawings conjuring life
Dancing droplets falling from puppeteer’s knife

Swirling wind becomes vicious, chaotic tornadoes
Twirling strings wrap around limbs tied to elbows
Shadows reach into shattered sky, stealing light
Charcoal breathes scattered embers, puppets ignite

Flames devour greedily, consuming wooden faces
Stains sink poisonous fangs, tainting burning stages
Blazing chasms envious, swallows dignity converting ashes
Opening shameless fissures, quaking gaping compassion

Invisible thread overflows bottomless crevice slowly cracking
Despicable burst, exploding dirt, infinite dissension stabbing
Decimated bonds, drowning dread, bleeding agony worsens
Cynical depression, guilty confession, marionette master curtained
Marionette Master [April 28, 2017]
Genre: Fiction/Relative
How it feels to have no control, to be controlled. To be a puppet.
Dillan Courtright
Written by
Dillan Courtright  New York, United States
(New York, United States)   
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