[a single thought drifts across her mind as the world changes - not again. this time, there are no dark wings to save her, cocoon her until it's all over. this time, it's her.
anchored to her body, enough wires so she does as the setting demands. crumpled in a heap - no wings on her back, there is no playing at angels for this show. and then plucked up, brought to the right pose to begin, to dance to the puppeteer's tune. only allowed to mime her sorrow, not to speak, the same routine and same paces. the dance that ends with her fallen down again and again. entertainment, while the other gets ready.]
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anchored to her body, enough wires so she does as the setting demands. crumpled in a heap - no wings on her back, there is no playing at angels for this show. and then plucked up, brought to the right pose to begin, to dance to the puppeteer's tune. only allowed to mime her sorrow, not to speak, the same routine and same paces. the dance that ends with her fallen down again and again. entertainment, while the other gets ready.]