Friday, February 15, 2008

All Tied Up

by Sonja Nitschke

Strings are bound to my arms and legs -- there's a noose 'round my neck so that I can nod.

Do I wanna be a real boy? No -- won't the ropes still be there? Fairy, take the scissors, cut me from these gallows.

She did and let my painted smile fall like kindling to the floor.

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