Threads On Wood
Gauze arms prance
between the limbs,
a mourning pines
when cloudline dims.
A tangled wood
that dangles loose,
silence screams
this delicate noose.
Devilry unravels
and moon has bled
king of puppet
cuts off life's thread.
Puppet Contest
Copyright © Henry W | Year Posted 2014
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