by Ash Barret
upon a time there lived a puppet,
a puppet unlike you or I.
eyes were not made of buttons her smile not stitched by thread,
she thought and felt and dreamt.
brings me to how she became a puppet.
her 30th birthday, on her way to work she decided to stop driving.
in the middle of the road, she walked to the trunk of her car
and searched for a needle.
pulled on the loose thread of the sweater her ex-fiancé gave her
on the Christmas eve before the day he died.
she pierced into her skin
her boss' number appeared on her cell phone.
message he left assured her that if she did not make it in
within 30 seconds she would be terminated.
name was mercy.
began to sew.
more eyes to bleed tears from.
more open wounds.
of the story - emotions can have you in stitches.