they stuff "yes, no matter what" / "you're always wrong" / "what will people say?" / into a flimsy puppet skin / rigidly moving the strings in one direction / whenever someone comes over / they mount the puppet on the wall / proudly showing off their prized creation. but when their eyes come to a close / the puppet feels scorching strings on its shoulders / it reaches inside / gutted by what it sees / one by one / it examines each phrase / it takes everything out / replaces it with "no" / "I am not always wrong or right" / "what do I say?" / and slowly snips the strings off its shoulders / so it can walk freely.
Escapril Day 14! Prompt: taxidermy (the art of preparing, stuffing, and mounting the skins of animals with a lifelike effect). This is my take on the prompt! Thank you for reading.
- manipulating and twisting your tongue spinning the head like a frisbee, from heavy big words - teeth are falling, falling from the mouth on the asphalt, - the lips are cracking, and bleeding - burning like gasoline, - shrinking shrimps disgusted by the sophistication of the simple words acting big, - eyes are popping out from the orbits, leaving two question marks, - ears - oh - poor ears, falling down on the shoulders, too many words to carry on, - the skin is not happy either - squeezing the over expired botox,
- too many words are in power, hitting the brain, - hitting the brain.
I did not mean to make mistakes Feel defeated at each turn Getting weighed down by missed opportunities Heaviest those which will not return Thinking back to simpler times I miss smiles we couldn't control Wishing it could be that easy again But it's hard when we are not quite whole Each day weakens my tired shoulders Vision clouded by permanent haze Walking in circles Bones aching with fear Just trying to get out of this maze
When the geometry of sombra seems to have a life of its own on the world's metamorphic rocks, the underworld seems so close to my eyes, and annoyance takes shape above believing it is more intelligent than I, who can see the train coming from the distance uncertainty won’t bother impotence resting on earth’s shoulders, and Sleeping Giant can wait forever for the lost sailor. What a blessing!