marionette
how many strings
did you tie me up with
smooth as silk
yet sharper than glass
feeling the chills
of algid-night breeze
you could do what you wanted
so you did what you pleased
i tried to escape
an unwrenching grip
master manipulator
once joined hip-to-hip
it’s inevitable this
caught in spiders-web
a mere insensate on stage
for your elaborate trap