Process
a man is hanging by strings a ragdoll on an empty stage limbs being thrown around sweat dripping under the hot yellow lights to a silent crowd faceless a ceaseless motion jarringly disjointed
he sits watching smoke curl gripping the leather like a child in a bustling marketplace so that she isn ’ t engulfed by the swarming crowds
but now she slips from his grasp and disappears amongst the shoving and heaving noise all he can do is scream her name and search the faceless crowds
where is she where is she
nowhere a single grain of sand on an endless beach
the strings pull tighter and he begins to dance
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