Marionette

          THROWN BACK, A SHARP LEERING YANK CONTROLLED

      HIS BATTERED WOODEN FORM STARTS TO DANCE

      BROKEN FROM COUNTLESS FALLS BEFORE

      AT THE CENTER OF STAGE, UPON PODIUM BENEATH SPOTLIGHT

      BREATHLESS AND BEATEN

      SPINNING, SPINNING, SPINNING, HEAD DANGLING OFF THE NECK

      HIS TOETIPS CHIPPED, HIS ANKLE JOINT GRINDS

      STEEL STRINGS ANTICIPATED ATTACHED TO THE PIANO

      BACKSTAGE AS THE SONG PLAYS, FORCEFULLY

      WITHOUT

      PACE

      (EXPOSITION! RISING ACTION-CLIMAX? FALLING ACTION/CATASTROPHE)

BLACKOUT

      LIGHTS BLARE, THE AUDIENCE CHEERS AND CLAPS

      BUT THE PUPPET HIMSELF IS DEAD

Author's Note

So sorry for the overuse of capital letters! They felt right with my emotion when writing this piece, and so I will let them be.
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