Daily poetry from Brianna Dawn.

pullstrings

like pull string dolls,
we’ve lost control of our minds
someone else pulling at the reins
forcing us to grind the bit
of our bridles as we are led
to the fodder, halting –
others expecting us to exalt
the occasion, eating it like
it’s our last supper

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