Not Fit for Consumption

Manipulated
I'm your marionette
Consumed by your thirst for control
Though I've cut the strings
Loose joints impede my escape

Unsupported
Learning to stand on my own
The master beckons
Even behind closed eyes
Invading the deepest reaches of subconscious

Unsettled
Even under cover of darkness
I am not safe and cannot hide
Cannot run with tangled mess of severed strings
Constricted like a python's prey

Dejected
Reluctantly succumb to serpent's grasp
Accepting my forthcoming fate
To be squeezed and swallowed whole
Bones crack and breath escapes

Release
Left to rot where I lay
Undigested, just a mess of flesh
I was killed for pleasure
The master slithers off to find her new toy