Mr Puppet Man

There I lay, motionless, blind to my fate. The room; Desolate and dark but at the same time home. I was just a shadow, a singed scar that time had etched into the grotty lino.

The slow drip of water above was my only security. I could rely on it, I could count on it to be there when i needed it. It did though make me pine even more for life, freedom. I was jealous that it could move from place to place, run down streets, fall from the skies. It could carry disease and survive. It was timeless. It could Escape this room, eventually. Its possibilities, endless. Mine, little.

My breath rasped about my dry throat causing me pain with every inhalation. My eyes salty from tears and swollen from his fist. My body, battered, bruised and neglected. My soul, trapped. I begged my body to move, find help from this solitude, but it was unresponsive.

I longed for my Puppet man, i longed for his company. I longed for extinction. If he put me out of my misery I could float into the sky with the water, I could fly with the birds and swim with the fishes. I could inhabit arid deserts and boggy swamps. I could grasp onto window panes at the dead of night and watch my children sleep. I could ebb and flow in endless rivers, free. I could escape mortality and have a purpose. He never came. This floor is my home, my body is my enemy, my soul- drowned.