Strings

I pluck strings.
Vibrations
Caress me with
Sensation.

I climb strings.
Migration
Continues my
Evasion.

I pull strings.
Manipulation,
My means to
Exaltation.

I whip strings.
Abrasions,
On backs as
Reparation.

I loop a string
In a fury
I gauge it
Beneath a smile
I tie the string
Oh, don’t worry!
I’ve been using them for a while!

For sensation, and evasion,
Exaltation, and reparation,

And now—
To end such deterioration—
Mutilation—
My own—
The vengeance of my creations