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Mixed Messages

I will not be your marionette
Or be manipulated like your puppet
With your hand up my ass
While your head's up your own

You have tossed me
This way and that
Like a ship caught in your tide
And I've grown seasick from this ride

Unless you have plans you will fufill
Saying empty nothings is your lost privilege
I don't wish to
CENSURE
you
But my sanity rests
On you saving your breath

(I'm..
"cute"
"funny"
"interesting"?!)

And while we're at it
Refrain from
The way your hand glides up my back
As if I wouldn't know it's you
A touch so eager for a fence so high

This yo-yo refuses to bounce back up
You've lost the rhythm
Thrown me too far to ever return
To you, who were my home

These mixed messages are returned to sender
Unopened

Author notes

Prompt: "Whatever is strong enough to rise from torment, whatever is left over from mutilation, whatever happens not to be destroyed will be healthy enough."--Glenway Wescot, Apartment in Athens

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  • YourTruestIntention
    November 24
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    this is pretty amusing. and you definitely gave the prompt an unexpected twist

  • Symphony
    October 13

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    "
    This yo-yo refuses to bounce back up
    You've lost the rhythm
    Thrown me too far to ever return
    To you, who were my home
    These mixed messages are returned to sender
    Unopened "

    The end of this was just FANTASTIC - the final two lines are a real killer, but even the yo-yo image, you used so much beautifully descriptive imagery here that really brought it all to life for us wonderful job.