Marionette.

He jerked at her arms as she reached for the door,

dropping her strings so she’d crash to the floor,

He howled and he smiled as he toyed with his prey,

just to immure her in his cerebral castelet.

When she slept he would pluck and wrench at her strings,

so she’d never forget his control over things.

He’d dangle her up and delight as she’d fret,

tormenting his toy, his sweet marionette.