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.… Continue reading Marionette


If we as humans never constructed the concepts of heaven and hell Just another anectodtal folklore to tell, Never labeled humans as black and white, In order to,help ourselves sleep better at night… If we as humans never clinged to dogma and bias Arbitrary rights and wrongs that define us, If we as humans never… Continue reading 3.6.17