The Puppeteer Paige Zezulka I’ve seen grown men cry From their sorrows With whiskey and goodbyes In spirit with the pledge Doomed with the next Leaning against a wall Cracked led paint As they slip away their last take The glimpse of them His biggest mistake I’ve heard the sobs Of a young girl As her head is deep within a bowl Filled with chunks of green And stains of urine And the smell of the person before Gushing vomit from her red lips Black liner staining the tips Of her cherry cheeks As she grips for a breath to feel anew Wondering how she’ll get home to catch her curfew Then there is the man next door His light always dimmed In his wood shop Bottles fill the floor I never see him Just hear him, late evening As much as I try To cover my ears I feel what his wife fears The constant grunts 52
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