Marionette

Plucks of her strings, staccato,
Knock on wood, echoes, she’s hollow
Marionettes can’t lead, just follow
Orchestrator’s motive, hard to swallow.

Immobilization, spitefully neglected,
By her own will, peacefully rejected.
Eyes painted red run, blood, infected
Fluorescents, sparkles of fury reflected.

Driven mad by ceaseless repetition,
Delightfully disgusted, her mission,
Written, spectacular piece of fiction.
Abandoned show, spectators petition.

Graceful, her role, delight and amaze
Expectations ideal, comforting craze,
Flowers fall like feathers, glassy gaze,
Elegance of finale, ecstatic haze.

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