Dangling Laces
I'm a puppet with no life
Not a twitch, not an expression.
I lay lifeless as the strings
That connects to my being
Make pretty festoons
That decorate my room
It's a beautiful scene really
Me striking a pose in bed
Nearly falling like water
A small droplet, my head, slipping,
And growing as my body follows along
My fingers sliding off the sheets
The edge of the bed is a cliff
Its proximity to the carpet floor
Brings no feeling of danger
There's no need to move
Because there's no soul
Not a stir or a creek in this empty home
My tongue rests over my lips
Gasping for something sweet
My lungs, pressured by my posture,
Hint at discomfort
And exposed cool skin
The world is spinning
As I lay lifeless and
I'm bored and I stare
At my shoes who aren't moving too
Not a foot to give it step. I stare.
It's ribbons and dangling laces