At your leisure I danced.
I grinned earth wide
And my tears filled the deep craters
Torn into my rough hewn body
Chipped again and again by your strings.
You locked me away
And dust settled around me
And within me
When you drew me out again
You would remake me
Something more to your liking.
Perhaps I could be human this time
And you would love me?
At your leisure I performed,
And when I failed to please you
You painted over my lips
And used my mouth to spew your own words,
And the strings you strung and pulled
A noose about my neck
Stopped me screaming.
When at last I cobbled together a voice
From scraps you dropped beneath the table,
You crushed me under your heel.
You cut my strings
And ripped me apart, limb from limb.
Until I love you the way you demand—
Without desire or expectation—
You will hold my strings a guillotine,
And every breath I take
Will be a breath you have allowed;
And every step I take
Will be on legs you created;
And when I move just right
The perfect marionette,
You will share a sliver of your light
And shine your love on me,
And you will love me
And I will be worthy of love.