Dance to the tune of a satanic fiddle,
Sinew and tendon plucked with pleasured zeal.
Mimic the motions of a soulless puppet.
Temperate, obliging, self assured.
That to be of use
is to exist…to be real.
Turn your cheek against the blindingly obvious.
Protect a fractured sense of worth.
Feeling totally insignificant
against the seductive mask of sincerity.
Crushed, defenceless and hurt.