A PUPPET ON A STRING

 

A puppet on a string.

Creepy.

Surreal.

Never in control.

At someone’s beck and call.

It must end.

Before it’s too late.

Before I turn to wood.

Before I become a Pinocchio.

 

No puppet life for me.

I will stand up for myself.

I will throw off my strings.

I will walk on my own.

I will be free at last.

Never to be

someone’s puppet 

ever again.

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN — THE DEAD GAME — PART 28

We take the Yellow Brick Road to Wolf’s house,
A winding country road through the dark forest.
Falling branches and angry leaves lead the way,
But all too soon we reach the front door.Wolf waits as still as a sentinel on duty,
No emotions crossing his marble features.
His welcoming words ring hollow,
Bouncing off the shadowy walls of the hallway.

A room of portraits awaits us next,
Darting eyes watching our every move.
A high-domed greenhouse yawns its welcome,
Its tall trees stretching their limbs up high.

A path zigzags through the dense foliage
To cages lined up against the back wall.
Wolf takes Linda’s arm to escort her
To the treasure that lies hidden behind.

Snakes slither and hiss in their metal confines,
Reaching through the holes for the unwanted guests.
Linda screams and backs away in horror
Into the safety of Todd’s waiting arms.

Shana stands mesmerized by a tall, tubular flower,
Its mouth straining open wide.
Wolf introduces her to his man-eating plant,
Which leans even closer to take a human bite.

“Are those alligators under the glass floor?”
At Linda’s feet reptiles swim in circles,
Bloody trails of food following in their wake.
Sounds of laughter erupt around them.

Time for them to leave this house of horrors.

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN

THE DEAD GAME

FLY AWAY

Does life feel like a prison at times?<br /> Holding you back from exploring the world.<br /> Keeping you stuck in one place.<br /> When you want to be free to find<br /> new adventures and people.<br /> When I feel this way, I want<br /> to break free from the bars<br /> holding me in place.<br /> Let’s break these bars and<br /> try something new—anything new<br /> that we haven’t done before.

Does life feel like a prison at times?Holding you back from exploring the world.

Keeping you stuck in one place.

When you want to be free to find

new adventures and people.

When I feel this way, I want

to break free from the bars

holding me in place.

Let’s break these bars and

try something new—anything new

that we haven’t done before.

SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST?

SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST?

 
 
Maybe this is the way it is supposed to be.

The animals on the outside, looking in at us.

Do we deserve to be the ones in control?

What if the animals called the shots.

And then I see someone do something out of the

goodness of their heart, and I have hope for mankind.