Marionette

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2016

Your hands lift strings at my shoulders

and your eyes draw mine along

Memorizing skin with my fingers

You pull me in a circle, my chest a magnet

and when you leave

you take my heart’s painkiller with you.

Now I know what they mean by heartache.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written 7/24/16

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