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[sid] => 108212
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Puppet
[time] => 2005-10-21 20:47:21
[hometext] => Hey this is some of my poetry from more recently its different from my last one but feel free to read, I hope this dusnt offend ne1!!
[bodytext] => Puppet. Limply hanging by a string The wooden beams pull her in Moving without will of her own Palm up the stitches bleed Laced like his shoes The puppet strings pull Her limbs rise, her body moves He laughs in pleasure at her future use Her eyes open wide, the glue Crystallises on her lips. Eyes flinging back and forth Lips painted ruby red by ripped skin Dread fills her widened pupils The fish is hooked free of bait Pulling towards a suffocating surface She crawls towards his open arms He drops her to the ground She whimpers as she spirals His hands grip her lips as he rips Good girl The scream is silent, the horror is real The hand loosens as the body is thrown On the lounge she cries for mercy As he winds the strings from her leg Around clenched fist. Legs wide, rope taut, stitches bursting His puppet is ready to play She feels the pain of being entered Being used like a doormat Her body jerks with moves that aren't her own He whispers tainted nothings to her ears She pretends she has a life He runs his hands over her clothes And tears Naked, defenceless, alone, surrounded His touch burns her cold exposure His teeth rip her waiting flesh his hands stroke her hair lovingly As he finishes playing depraved he loves her squirms and struggles She hates his sadistic control She bites the bare expanse of shoulder Fear He hurls his puppet to the ground And pushes her face into her torn clothes She moves towards a full sink She is drowning in her own rebellion Her face emerges wet with tears Dry from death He pats her lovingly and licks her lips Marching his puppet towards the cage Her home she emerged from He drops her discarded nature into the Cold floor of desolation Good Good little girl Bad Bad little boy. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 229 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Sinfullilmissmuppet [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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