a wary conceal
Habitually,
Redundantly,
repeated often enough she had
Neglected the mask not be contrived of
her face sincere,
a Puppet to a balanced exhibition of
perspective
prioritized by Hierarchy of
flaws and
no questions asked
whose Strings were pulled
often so that
she flatter herself Dazed,
feeling of value as a Stray cat unsocialized or a
Rainy day
through the reflections of
who we are
and
through our experiences
and
through the Lessons
we tell ourselves
so that she may
forget she ever had Strings at all,
or to invent a life where
Puppets can walk with the relief of
a godless dystopia, Frightful to many,
like the Emptiness she feels inside
yearning it be a
Crater of some value to a scientist of
my observations
so that the puppet can learn to
love freely without the memories of
string
paralyzing the
opportunity to
reinvent Puppet
