woke up this morning under a spell
head pounding, so many rooms in my mind, noises of different pitches, i still hear you from last night. anger filled silence. “one deep breath”, i tell myself.
“who’s your master?” i remind this self.
“a puppet.”
am i a me? or am i a puppet? held captive in my own body, keep a smile they said.
living a life between brackets. confined; suffocated.
wake up
get ready
for yet another
audit
a puppet; a show
get a ticket
attend my play
under a budget
handful of hope
another of despair
a splash of humor
for the audience
make them happy
watch them clap
curtain down
shut down
wait a minute
black screen count to three
another day
another play
repeat
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