A worn string
Frayed and knotted
Kept tied to the finger of the puppet master
Grinning as he moves their limbs
Laughing, knowing he’s breaking more than just skin
Double knotted around a poppets throat
Wrists bound and ankles tied
She couldn’t escape if she tried
And so she lets him break her with every strategic move
And she cant do anything except follow the lead of a worn string