5:16 p.m. - Wednesday, Sept. 28, 2011
Marionette
She trudges along, suspended by transluscent strands of thread from her wooden cross. Hands bigger than she will ever be, lifting her arms and legs, nodding her head. Felt and wood and plastic. Mouth painted into a permanent grin. Sealed shut.
She thinks she has everyone fooled. Is she the biggest fool of all?
Sometimes it blows my mind that I am here on this planet. Really think about that. The fact that you are here. How did this happen?
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