Such careless
finger tips

pierce my flesh

elongated bruises
behind

always left

teetering my limbs
you do

I am your commands

within these
four walls

dangling from your hands
~

caterer yes,
I too you

I am your existing will

through every
dance

you jolt and steal

pieces of soul
my even keel

Set me free to
flee from here

when death does

strike you puppeteer........

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