Christina JS

"Ventriliquist"

I in fact jest tonight
with crimson liquid tracing
its trees of burgundy and ash
down once porcelain skin

and when I laugh
you will flinch
and all you can do is watch
as I play with the strings
soaked in ink

making a puppet
out of scraps of cloth
and making them
create a scene
that you watch in despair

laughter will ring in your head
echoing around steel walls
that you cannot escape
in a strait-jacket
and your feet bound