soft touch

if you pull
a little tighter
on these strings
my arms and legs
will move to your will

if you jostle them
left and right
ill obey too
however you wish
forever again

but if you pull
the force will break me

the strings
run deep
flowing through
encasing my structure
leading to my heart

one by one
the strings will
break apart
rip out
bleeding me dry

broken in
riddled out
a shell
of my former self
undone, by your hand


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