Poem -

Puppet show~

Puppet show~

Listening to the clock on the wall 
while memories rape my mind 
sending chills across my barbwire 
scars 

Mocking echos hit the wall of 
distaste while feasting still 
takes place 

Hate is less than here... 
it's more about a life wasted 
on midnight dreams soaking 
on a piss filled bed 

A tight grasp around the 
the old hags neck keeps 
the control in place 
...while the gnawing on fingers 
chokes the swallow 

Conjuring up old shadows 
on cum spilled walls 
becomes a solo puppet show 

Shallow breaths mask 
excess flame 
While chasing time~ 

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Christopher Correia

o my, very intense and original wording, Tracey, the tone is brilliant, your words are unique, fresh and powerful, pure quality....love reading this, cheers poet, blessings 

Hate is less than here... 
it's more about a life wasted 
on midnight dreams soaking 
on a piss filled bed 

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Tracey Sivek

Thank you Chris.. I'm always happy that you get my work in some crazy fashion lol...since I don't make sense most of the time.  I hope you're well and I'm sending blessings and good mojo your way..xo

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