Manipulation

Photographic Art By: Cate Infinity

 

In shadows cast by sweetest smile,

A game unfolds, beguile by guile,

A marionette’s dance, strings unseen,

Movements sharp as cuts so keen.

 

Words like silk, spun soft and sure,

A velvet trap, its grip obscure,

Whispers echo in the hush,

Intent masked by a gentle brush.

 

Within this waltz of push and sway,

Lies bent beneath the light of day,

A puppeteer with charm so vast,

Manipulates the strings held fast.

 

Eyes that glitter, not with glee,

But with the weight of secrecy,

A heart once open, now construes

Every step as one to use.

 

Yet from these binds, a truth may rise,

Not in the words, but 'neath the guise,

That power borrowed from another's hand,

Builds not the strength on which to stand.

 

So let the strings fall, limp and torn,

Reveal the stage where trust is born,

For only when the games are done,

Can truest bonds be rightly spun.

 

 

 

Done