The Silent Mimer

by THAM RU TING

How her moves articulate speech;
encapsulating, pure divine.

How her eyes convey rhythmic pitch;
melodious singing, please rewind.

How her lips thread tongues and leech;
trapping innocence, draining time.

How her heart bleeds red of a peach;
oozing deceit, myths and lies.

This large web cast with a lonely sigh
lures in the boys, and girls align!

She waves and twirls and springs and swirls,
beckons, calling, preying thrice.

One for her bleeding heart so dry,
dripping ache with pain and pine.

Two to satisfy her cruel mind,
heinous, conniving, sly and vice.

Three for her playtime dark at night,
strings unattached with puppetry so fine.

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