Jenny the Puppet

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Jenny is a beautiful marionette puppet. This is her story.

Submitted: August 27, 2010

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Jenny the puppet slowly wakes
Her wood and strings need to stretch
But inside her soul is drifting down
A dark abyss, falling, falling.
 
She gracefully prances on the stage
Like a lamb in a pasture
with every twirl her shoe falls loose
And hits the ground, falling, falling.
 
Jenny soon finds herself
In a musky storage bin
Struggling to pick up the pieces
But they’ll soon drop, falling, falling.
 
She then discovers a broken key
And glues it back bit by bit
And for but one she’ll cut her chains
And take them off, falling, falling.
 
The next morning she wakes again
Sore from all her surgery
And her once shining source of hope
Slowly fades, falling, falling.
 
She takes the stage once again
But with a smile on her face
And as she feels the deadly tension
She’s ready to go, falling, falling.
 
Her one string is too much to bear
And the snap of it releases her
And with every inch that death approaches
Her soul goes up, flying, flying.


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