Puppeteer

Poem and image created by Isabelle Sorrells

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These things attached to me

Thin spider’s silk

Gleaming in the light.

Strands of glass

Unbreakable.

One lifts,

My limbs follow.

I’m at it’s mercy

And it’s command.

I resisted, in the past.

But I have found it easier

To let these strands of glass

Do it all for me.

I never realized

The one who held these chains of control,

All along

Keeping me captive,

Was me.