Puppet
Last night
in the flesh
everything was known
smelled like memory
woke up lost
begged
screamed
hands
weren't mine
somebody else
tied them up with strings
hanged on a stick
and
raised the curtain
I was asking for
we turned the ligths off
without words
I made him a prayer
let it be
let it become
but you weren't there
again
and I thought
today I disgust myself
morning shower
black coffee
laughter of a child that has a mother
flat tire of a bicycle
wandering among the shelves with groceries
McDonald's caramel icecream
I searched
behind wrong doors
again
nervously by thumb shaking of ashes
from the cigarette which I didn't enjoyed at all
eyes
have adopted the taste of wood
I became that from what I'm running away my whole life
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