Workshop Poem : I, Puppet
BASH my skull in why don't you
since you've bashed my heart in
you've torn my soul from my body
you spread it thin
the shear taste of your humiliation
leaves a sour taste in my mouth
as you twisted my heart
as ruined my mind
BASH my head in why don't you
BEND my body to your will
I'm one of your puppets
Cruel puppeteer
your words mark my back,
with bold words of ghostly shame.
your words encase pain
your words cuts through bones
i display my scar
as time only would sooth me
as i patiently wait, for when
The puppet,
Masters the puppeteer
Copyright © Jemilla Hibonne | Year Posted 2015
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