Marred mutations from self-mutilation sewn together, inevitably pulled apart. I am the puppet girl, watch me as I spin and twirl and bend to your needs. I am internally disconnected and decomposed. Pull me over, up, down, and around until my limbs bend and bleed. Spurn these polyester wings and pick apart my seams. Forget me, forgive me. Ignore my existence—I never lived. Ignore my feelings—I have none. Submerge my puppet strings in the intangible insanity of you, let me disappear.
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