God look at those
tangled strings
all the soft bits
are sewn with eyelets
she’s suspended.
like a doll dancing
on her own strings
she knows that she
controls the strings
she could cut them
she could let the
doll dance
on her own
Would she flounder
lie inert
obscene
open doll face
open doll eyes
appealing
tears in a doll’s eye
but only alive
when someone else moves her
Jane Virgo ©
I could imagine myself seeing her, the unmoved, the beauty I won’t dare touch. Beautiful one, Jane.
Thanks. It’s great to know someone is enjoying these.