Girl Puppeteer

Wed, 10/28/2015 - 20:48 -- ddeclet

The dark of the night

Was darker than any other.

Quiet, too quiet.

A little girl

Shifted and turned in her bed.

She felt a chill

Run down her spine.

She shut her eyes tight and tighter.

She saw her.

That puppeteer she feared.

Hypnotizing her with

Eyes as white as the moon.

She controlled every arm

And every leg.

She plays with the strings

As if they were an instrument.

The little girl imagined

The puppeteer almost grabbing her.

She opened her eyes to see

Strings attached to her arms and legs.

"Is this my dream?" The little girl screamed.

A loud chuckle came from above.

"No, it is not."

 

 

 

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