The Marionette Poem by Katerina Val

Can you see the cracks?
Can you feel the signs?
and can you see the rope?
It is the silent dream of a hung
that hasn't asked for thirst yet

that hasn't asked to die yet
that hasn't asked to fold his soul yet!
You can't see the rope, so run, it's set

This is the heinous act
of an already dead'
these hands are cold, the rain shouldn't have to stop
they hide their rigid pain behind this idiot act
this is their latest act
the marionettes are ready
ready, set, act, cut.
But cut.

The viper rises higher than their howl
the venom stirring through the throat finds the way to hide
but
it keeps flowing like it can never be saved
the venom cannot purge itself
yet
for it is the basic ingredient for the marionette
a marionette can act only if the venom pouring in her fake hands
is not enough
not that satisfying to kill
not that inadequate to go and let her breathe

If the pain is solid, the marionette stays still
She tries to move and yell and scream
but cracky as her hands and eyes are
there is not much there to give her back
the marionette belongs to the things that never are
the marionette is dead
because the hands that handle her, are cold
and tremble in the tears that the marionette shed
the marionette is shot.

The pain that's guiding her
It is the same one trying to shake her head
to see her dropping dead
trying to shock her
so that she can rise through her rigid immobility
the marionette sunk and hidden in morality
her dreams are stealing her
and through the cracked mirrors of them
she reached immortality

Her dreams stealing her
build the fingers of the hands that keep shaking her

The shuddering that frightens me
Is hidden behind this cold hand playing with me
messing with my head, staying In me
stumbling with my body, I can't find the end
I can't see the end
of the yarn
I guess it is endless
and the seizures that keep me to the ground
are the puppet mechanism
they are the cracks of the pain
I never got to tame
the weird temper of the hand
the laugh and cry of the marionette
It isn't going to stop.
It doesn't, ever, stop.