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I fold like origami,

arms wrapped around my knees.

I cry out for mommy —

"Please, come and hug me, please."

But no one comes to hold

my shaking, heavy bones.

"You're too big," I'm told,

"your feelings weigh like stones."

It's hard to be a giant

beyond my human form,

a spirit still defiant,

bearing all the storm.

I yearn for someone taller,

to feel embarrassed for once.

I howl and scream, I call her—

Don't you think all this power would suit me best?

Shall I strip it off you, give it a rest?

Like a black formal dress, tight on your frame,

I can’t let you wrestle it all the same.

No matter how regal it makes you appear,

It feels sweet to shed it, let go of your fear.

Like a snake slipping out of her skin so fine,

My royal cobra, I’ll hold your divine.

Soft as a rabbit, in my arms you'll stay,

Don't look at me with sharpened eyes.

They cut me deep, I bleed, I fall.

Your judgement will be my demise

because I'm cursed to feel it all.

You don't deserve me.

My skin is delicate and smooth,

designed for the softest touch.

It was never meant for hands that bruise—

I will escape your deadly clutch.

You don't deserve me.

I step away, cease to exist,

I come deliberately undone.

I'm turning into gentle mist—

forever lost, forever gone.

Glassy eyes and hollow dead stare,

Pretend for me, you are not there.

I’ll give you just what you crave;

don’t move, my precious—behave.

You were crafted for gentle caresses,

for satin bows and opulent dresses.

Just like that—just don’t breathe, don’t blink,

my obedient, delicate thing.

Find your peace, reach deep for your quiet,

stay still, stay perfectly pliant.

My voice is warmer than glow—

softly… softer… release, let go.

I paint your lips with care,

brush through your silky-smooth hair.

Remember, you are just a doll.

I hurt myself just to be mended

By loving, careful hands.

Why don’t you keep me suspended

By your meticulous strands?

So I don’t ever break again,

Reaching for your aftercare.

Why can't you hide my pain,

So we can pretend it's not there?

I could be your marionette,

Moving just how you like—

In your theatrical set,

I left my towel upon the ledge,

Gazed at the waves with one last sigh.

No footprints past the seaweed’s edge—

Let them believe I chose to die.

One canvas shoe is washed ashore,

One tear glides down my paling cheek.

I'm leaving now—forevermore—

At last, to live, to roam, to seek.

"The masquerade ball is over

You may lift my paper-thin mask,

And gaze upon your secret lover—

All you must do is ask.

Seeing me is your sacred duty,

So take off my modest disguise.

Your eyes are hungry for beauty,

And my beauty is starving for eyes.

Yet still you hesitate, you’re stalling,

Too afraid to make a move.

What are you fearing, darling?

I'm real—here’s your proof."

He lifts the mask, fingers quiver,

But meets no flesh, no face.

She fades like a mist of silver,

I offer myself on a plate—

Devour me, if you wish.

Swallow my anxious state;

Beware: it’s a spicy dish.

Laced with sorrow and thorns,

In your narrow throat it will bloom.

Your tongue will forever stay scorched—

The cinema curtains are bleeding red,

The ceiling cracks open above my head.

The seats are empty—people have fled.

But I keep watching until the end.

A gunshot echoes. A distant scream.

Yet my gaze stays fixed upon the screen.

A thin paper ticket rests in my hand.

I'm speechless. I'm quiet.

I'm focused.

I wanted to see what it does

To make a little mistake—

In my white opera gloves,

I tore into red velvet cake.

Inside was a golden key

That opened a secret door.

I went upstairs to see

The room 1394.

The door unlocked with a click—

I was rapidly pulled inside

By hands trembling and quick,

I lay myself down on white snow,

Waiting for foxes to come and feast—

Helpless, exposed, my soul on show,

Red wax seal on an envelope,

A lace ribbon, a garden rose scent.

I'm excited! It must be a letter of love!

What secrets could it present?

With trembling fingers, I break the seal,

And pull out the perfumed paper:

"Delicious pizza! Two for one deal—

Eat now or save for later."

I put it down with a disappointed frown.

"How funny," I quietly mumble.

Butterflies in my stomach hungrily growl,

I live in a cherry red photo booth,

Where the walls are tight and the lights are smooth.

I smile for every camera's gaze,

While visitors pose in countless ways.

The lens never captures my hollow stare,

So no one suspects that I'm still there.

But you—you saw my luminous form,

In a tiny room with bright green walls,

I sat on a bed too small for dreams.

The cameras blinked like watchful dolls—

Their gaze unbroken, their silence extreme.

The crew wore black adorned with red;

They never ate, they never slept.

They filmed my existential dread

And smiled each time I nearly wept.

I'm not the one I claimed to be,

And keeping secrets makes me stressed.

They said the truth would set me free,

Empty cinema, a champagne glass

With golden bubbles and lipstick marks.

A movie unravels—an opera queen

Comes down with consumption in her final scene.

Her face grows pale, her eyes go dim,

Blood on white tissue, expression grim.

I devour my popcorn, not blinking an eye—

Meet me in a haunted hotel,

Barefoot on a red carpet.

Vision like a gospel—

A white ghost adorned in scarlet.

Chase me down the corridor,

Hunt me up the staircase,

Whisper my name behind the door,

And catch me in your tight embrace.

I'll smile to you like a willing prey,

But darling, don't take me wrong—

You caught me only because you may;

Monster Theatre is a strange house,

Always waiting for more.

Empty seats like wide open mouths,

Forever frozen in awe.

Would you come and see me undress on the stage,

In front of monsters and people alike?

Would you watch me screaming in silent rage —

Is that something you think you’d like?

I’d dance like a ghost in nothing but gauze —

Every spin is a desperate plea.

I’d do anything for your quiet applause.

Just tell me you really see me.

Blinded by lights, I don’t know where I go,

But I hope you enjoy the spectacle.

Monster Theatre is greedy for more,