Doll face

Puppeteers. It might easily

be you and you

and me and me.

The Phoney war phase

has begun. Everyone seems

on edge, and nothing

is to be trusted,

not even a simple

prayer of thank you.

You never know who

will next twist that

chocolate essence so pure

and so vile as

to turn sister against

sister and brother against

brother. The puppeteers know

though but they won’t

tell you, at least

not while you’re alive.


© 2017 L. Tafa



Author: b20f08

I enjoy solo wargaming and writing. The first caters to the boy that never grew up; the latter satisfies a deep desire to communicate. Cheers.

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