Puppet
Lay still,
no master to control
strings
through small hands
and oblong
feet. Motionless,
wooden,
downbeat. No breath
to exhale
from a hollow inside.
Dressed up
for sale, a tease
of a forever
future in a white dress and veil.
Dumped on a
chair with dolls,
no eyes to
gawk, or lips
to move and
share. False nature,
a painted
smile and stare.
© Caitriona Hansen
© Caitriona Hansen
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