Submissions by Rainy_Berry

The world is the stage, and society is the puppeteer.
Strings commanding my action,
Taking charge of my movement.
Dolling me up pretty to perform to the masses,
My smile is plastered and eyes are blank,
Suspension cords directing me when to prance,
And when to remain still.

But if the twine could snap,
Letting me free-fall weightlessly,
The stage dissipating into dust,
The audience and lights fading to dark.
My imagination triggering the senses,
Thoughts can only liberate.  

Dreams of a night inviting and daring.
The...