The Puppet Strings

She gobbled it up, eating the flesh from her corpse.
She consumed her mind with dark thoughts.
She whispered in her ear hateful words.
The rage that devoured her soul.
Fire knawing.
Waters burning.
She fell into the ground, where her soul faded away.
Where the light drained, where she burned.
Because she was in hell.
She awoke, chained to her bed.
She awoke in a cold sweat.
Pulled by puppet strings, she shouted meaningless things.
Her heart sticky and crumbling.
She ran to the end, only to find herself at the start.
Wooden bones that bent to every command.
She will always bend, to ones supposed to be her friends.