a pretty little doll
with her blank painted face
and coquettish crawl

glass-green eyes
their unblinking stare
porcelain lips
and wilting white hair

you had to take advantage
of her felted heart
you tore her sawdust chest
ripped the seams apart

one feeling she had
two scarlet strings of love
you tied to your fingers
manipulated from above

but she jerked back
the first one of her kind
you found out the hard way
cursed be the ties that bind
: ) Warning: Don't write while watching Oprah.
Marionette—a stringed puppet