Strings around the garrotted throat
of a broken marionette
twisting ever tighter
in a strictured prirouette.
Hear him choke, dejected
as he swirls around his death
spasms of rejection
asphyxiate his breath.
He dances with a rag doll step
limbs in jagged screams
as he chokes inside his essence
to drown within his dreams.
Abandoned on a tortured stage
limbs that dance no more
as the memory, now dismembered
lies broken on the floor.
Author notes
Option 1 Titles :
Broken Marionette.
A contest entry
- "Come to The Darkside.... We Have Cookies!" :D by Werewolf Avarus.
700 points, ended December 2, 2008, 12 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Nicely written and a good use of the title. The rhyming didn't sound forced either, which is a plus. Thank you for the entry.
'Wolf
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Very good poem. Good luck in the contest
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