Prompt: A hidden puppeteer
A blotch of oily darkness lingers,
a constant escort,
felt, not seen,
and when they walk away, they
s m e a r
the muck until it rifles greasy fingers
through my mind
and strokes down my spine,
snatching control
once more,
leaving me jerking
at the end of its puppet strings.
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Author: Elle
Hi, I'm Elle. I'm based in Auckland, New Zealand. I'm a moderator at Writing.com, the mother of two gifted children, the wife of a Twitch gaming streamer and the Queen of Unfinished Projects. I've been reading since I was 4 years old, writing poems (badly) since 1994, blogging since 2001 and I started studying photography in 2010. This blog will contain poems, short stories, photos, book reviews and my thoughts on a variety of topics. Hope you enjoy it.
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