“Marionette”
The heart inside my chest beats like a clock.
Tick. tick. Tick. tick.
This is clockwork, the way I move, the way I am forced to move
Like some sort of music-box ballerina.
Tick. tick. Tick. tick.
Step after step
Movement
My limbs are no longer mine.
My joints pulled on by invisible strings.
Tick. tick. Tick. tick.
Put on a show.
Smile, they are watching
Watching as it controls me.
Step and step again
Lift my arm
Spin me around.
It’s no longer a dance.
It’s a formula
Of moves and gestures.
Tick. tick. Tick. tick.
Weave the strings.
Bend the wood.
Until it’s over
And we
All
Fall
Down.