I

I was but a mere puppet in the erotic.

my hands, bound and bouncing on exotic cords
that push and pull in clumsy jerks
convulsive, my jaw moving staggered
& half-opened gapes
eyes rolling, head spinning
phantom voice appearing
to spew forth the resident dummy within.

II

then one day you find yourself
rotting at the edges
spoiling at the fingertips
with elbows weeping and odorous
feet bleeding
& tongue ulcered at the tip,
weary from emitting fluids and words
long laughed at but

long abandoned now, forgotten
at the back of closets.

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