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Flailing limbs, arms and legs

Bent at the waist

Head disconnected

No wrists, no ankles

Only strings attached



They tighten, they loosen

I am not in control

Lifted, dropped

Tangled in my own mess

Only strings attached



The mighty hand twists and turns me

Makes me sit

Makes me dance

Makes me the entertainment for others

Only strings attached



A story acted out

A fairy tale of sorts

Nothing is real

Only a dream

Except for the strings attached



Just as you and I

The fairy tale that we once shared

Now is held in the balance

As I try to loosen my binds

Only strings attached



But there is something that didn’t break

It holds us tight

And has held us together all these years

It was . . . . . . .

The strings attached.

The darkness surrounds like never before

Frightening the child that’s lost

She screams in horror as she sees a vision,

A vision of you parents being mutilated and

Thrown into a violent pit of fire.

As she looks again she sees her older brother

First walking towards her then he’s taken away

By a dark mad man that kills him by a swift

Pull of a trigger.

She does not know what is happening

And she screams in between her never ending

Sobs hoping that someone, anyone will hear her

Cries of fear and loneliness.

She is alone in torturous darkness

That lowly calls her name.

In a sudden burst of awareness,

She turns in circles to find the source of the voice

But in fear finds nothing but darkness surrounding.

The poor child begins running in fear

That she will be captured by an unwanted being.

She cries, and cries, and cries,

Her tears suddenly turning to blood

As she continues to run for her life.

As she stops to regain her breath,

Her face begins to ache with much pain.

The tears slowly falling down her cheeks

Feel as if they have turned into acid

And it’s eating away at her skin.

Her dream, her nightmare,

Has finally come true.

What is she to do?

Where is she to go?

Why all this suffering?

The flames slowly eat her little body up

Yet she is still alive

To feel the pain, to feel the burn

To watch her own flesh melt off the bones

And fall to the ground in a big puddle of mush.

Dead and nothing left of her

But bones and blood and death,

Still the stench of a heartless demon floats in the air

As a gentle acid rain pour washes away the little girl’s remains,

Of her dreams, of her life, Of her mind, of her family.

Just remember, Nightmares Can Come True.