Puppeteer

Knotted strings and tarnished gears

Empty space and locked up tears

Are all that are inside her.

Winding down her tick tock heart

A wind-up puppet plays her part

Brother plays the puppet master.

Empty eyes and silent cries

At night a piece of her soul dies

As she plays his little dancer.

Sliding fingers grasp her tight

Roughly force her face upright

Eyes into the eyes of her abuser.

A plastered grin upon her face

A copied skip inside her pace

No one knows that she's a liar.

Crimsons grins gape on her thigh

More than just clear tears she'll cry

But no tears now, save those for later.

Safe in daylight from his grip

Come the night he'll touch her lip

And kiss away her silent prayer.

For bloody grins and tangled thread

For lying lips and borrowed bed

To end for once and end forever.

Ticking clock on silent air

Bids her creep slow down the stair

To find the final ender.

That safe that holds a gun

That could really be the one

To free her from her torture.

She opens her mouth just once more

Behind her is an open door. 

She pulls the trigger.