A Painted Grin


The Marionette

The Marionette doll sits in position
Crumpled and tattered on the floor
She’s been played with too much
Her delicate strings can take no more

Lips stained crimson are set in a smile
They hide her fear like a glimmering veneer
But darling, that grin that she’s wearing
It’s wearing thin and becoming a vicious sneer

Adjust her hat and pick up her skirt
There’s nothing ladylike about this scene
Her strings are becoming tangled like a noose
She’s more of a mess than she’s ever been

But it’s not entirely her fault, no
You can’t put the blame on her stilted shoulders
With every heartbreak, she’s grown more hardened
The cracks and splinters only molded her further

See the black kohl lining her painted blue eyes?
It matches the shadows settling within her heart
Don’t you know, without her strings to hold her up,
She would surely collapse and fall apart

So go on and force her body into painful positions
Play out her life as you want it to be
With her strings pulling at her joints like a winch,
She doesn’t have a choice at all, does she?

The Marionette doll sits in position
Ready and waiting for the next puppeteer
Who will be the next to compose her act?
Paint your grin wider, darling, make yourself disappear

11 Comments Add yours

  1. Ben Naga says:


    Cheshire-like you grin
    At a self-erasing joke
    It’s a hollow laugh

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    1. Thank you so much, dear!!

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  2. So much the story of my life. I often feel as if there is a puppeteer pulling my strings. Well written.

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    1. Thank you, love. I’m glad that you could connect with it!

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  3. Kurt Struble says:

    wull … she could start being truthful in which case she’d start pulling her own strings. Pretty soon after that, Pinnochio would catch wind of her. He’d teach her how to REALLY tell the truth. Then they’d both be human. she’d cut the ties that bind and the two of them could run off into the world where they’d live and love each other until the end of time. wull … couldn’t she? ks

    hey i “like” … and thanks for your like … believe me i wouldn’t say it if i didn’t mean it and i only make comments when i’m inspired and i make really really good comments. oh …! sorry .. ! anyway … take care … ks

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    1. Thank you very much, my dear! Good point about Pinnochio, if only she could find him. I think she’d have a lot to learn from him about speaking the truth and what’s really on her mind.
      And you’re very welcome for the like… You have a great way with words and i was very impressed! Keep up the good work, my dear 🙂


      1. Kurt Struble says:

        jeeze, thanks … good men are hard to find these days … but then … well … i’d say keep your eyes out for a good sense of humor then … fuck the strings! oh …! sorry !! ks

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  4. Great one again! Really admire the way you can reflect emotions with words. That’s talent.

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