topic: puppeteer by Rachelle Howe
stop
time for
one more moment and
let me lay
on the floor of my stomach
for another year or two
( or three, four, ten...)
so completely;
so worthless
i hear her echo
in my head
the sound of my own
(crackled and dry) voice
reminding me
of what this paper-doll
feels like
without someone
to pull
to pull
her strings.
04/07/2002 Posted on 04/07/2002 Copyright © 2024 Rachelle Howe
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