looking up at you from
below feels like home, i find
comfort inside your control.
it feels so human to succumb to a
being like you, after escaping the useless dealings with the unworthy.
i’ve wanted nothing more than
to feel like the puppet, instead
of the puppet-master.
tug at my strings until they’re
worn out of place, torn and weak.
the sew me all together again,
give me stronger thread
so that we may have more
resistance for next time.
fin.