A Message to the Puppet Master Behind the Curtain


I know you’re there, Puppet-master.

You’re the one who’s been holding me back all this time, always there behind the scenes, pulling strings, erecting barriers...

I know you’re there, now. I’ve felt your sticky fingers sliding up the side of my leg late at night.

I’ve got your number, and now the tables have learned.

The curtain is coming down. You will be naked.