Friday, April 27, 2018


Puppet Master 2 (1991)

What do I see 
as I wake from sleep?
A puppet watching me.

It creaks.
It groans.
Its head spins.

It can’t be real.
It’s a wooden puppet.
No one pulls its strings.

It speaks
in a deep voice.
It can’t be alive.

It says,
“Time to play.”
I run to the door.

It can’t be.
It stands before me,
taller than me.

It can’t be.
But it is.
It’s alive.

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