A Painted Grin

Also so like something I might have written.

nicoleemerence

The Marionette

The Marionette doll sits in position
Crumpled and tattered on the floor
She’s been played with too much
Her delicate strings can take no more

Lips stained crimson are set in a smile
They hide her fear like a glimmering veneer
But darling, that grin that she’s wearing
It’s wearing thin and becoming a vicious sneer

Adjust her hat and pick up her skirt
There’s nothing ladylike about this scene
Her strings are becoming tangled like a noose
She’s more of a mess than she’s ever been

But it’s not entirely her fault, no
You can’t put the blame on her stilted shoulders
With every heartbreak, she’s grown more hardened
The cracks and splinters only molded her further

See the black kohl lining her painted blue eyes?
It matches the shadows settling within her heart
Don’t you know, without her strings to hold her up,
She would surely collapse and…

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About Ben Naga

Pilgrim on the lam. Please feel free to explore the links to learn more. I trust you will find some things there will have been worth the effort. See you there.

Posted on December 22, 2015, in Poem - Not Written By Me Though. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

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