A puppet show has begun
A shadow of a girl dances onto the stage
Leaping twirling plié shifting to de piosson
Ending on arabesque
The strings intwining into her bones
Her doll face grinning into the unsuspecting audience
Eyes sewed shut stitches tightly binding them
As the puppet dances on stage
Getting smaller and smaller
As it continues this destructive show
The strings turn to wire coiling tightly
Cutting into her skin
Exposing red bone marrow
Scarlet tainting porcelain
Veins crying out at their
Mistreatment
A pair of eyes were mesmerized
A pair of eyes were fascinated
Blinded by the beauty of bones
Ignoring the girl writhing in pain
She threw caution to the wind
A member of the audience
Jumped on stage and joined her
Together the two puppet girls
Flowed into complex steps
So tiny and light
Transforming into elegant swans
Carved from ivory
They spread their withered wings
Preparing for flight
The two puppets disappeared
The audience can not see them
But the show must go on
Darkness plunged the theatre
Lights illuminated the stage
Then the girls suddenly appeared
Out of thin air
Puppets replaced by shadows
Twirling and whirling till dizzy
Collapsing onto the floor
The show was a carousel
That has spun out of control
Silhouettes contorted in pain
Wings sprouting out from their backs
Skin taunt trying to not
Break at the seams
The skeletal shadow pushed out the girl who followed
The second girl turned back into a puppet
paint chipping off her eyes
The strings slipping off tantazilingly slow
Ripping off chunks of flesh
As they left and let the puppet go
She was free and the puppet turned back into a girl
Leaving behind this macabre theatre
Forgetting the silhouette still stuck
In the play of shadows
After a while the audience lost the shadow
The faint silhouette turned invisible
The show has ended
So they left one by one
Except for a little girl
In her hands she held metal
She had a microscope
Through it she saw a transparent figure
Curled up in the corner
Shivering white skin
And trembling blue nails
Skin clung to protruding bones
For years the theatre continued this show
Abandoned as no one thought to bring magnifying glasses
To find the leading actress
To find a glimpse of the former shadow
One day the theatre was stuffed to the seams
Audience eager to once again
Witness a new puppet show
The strings have claimed a new victim
This time it was sure to never let go
A brand new puppet danced onto stage
Eyes painted on
A smile on her face
No one knew it was the girl who stayed behind so many years ago
She was taken hostage as she was watching the behavior of the lost girl
Strings sinking deep into her skin
whispering secrets into her head
Without even noticing she had leapt onto stage and went along with the movements
The voice in her head demanded
"Perfection"
The first victim the girl who started the play
Was self-loathing as the strings
Intwined into the sinews of the third victim
She was too weak to stop them from
Wrapping around the innocent girl
Who sat and watched her sink in
Deep to the disease
Give up and lose the battle
To depression
Sobbing at the girl to stop before it was too late
No one listened
Defeated and hopeless
Finally realizing there was no escape
Not for the innocent girl
This was the way life goes
When dominated with this
Flesh eating illness
The show must go on
The audience is waiting
For us
Exposing our skeletons
Scooping out marrow from our bones
Cutting out our organs
Shredding our skin into ribbons
So we won't disappoint
YOU ARE READING
Undone
PoetryA hodgepodge of topics that mostly deal with mental health written as poems or prose.
