we are bound to ourselves
melted styrene fused to fingers
brittle bones soldered to wires, just
marionettes of our own devising
trust is the blanket of nightfall
a backdrop on the stage
hand drawn with silhouettes
stippled across a faraway landscape
then, hot white burning light
brought in quickly to illuminate
oh, darkness we lie, we lie to
overcome our slippery plots
terror always ends the same, the
same closing credits, same storyline
the same puppets left alone
and the ovation is forgone
© 3.28.2017 heather brager
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