String Axiom

Action! As film rolls–frames circle frames,
pan in–center the camera on me. We open on:

butterfly effects of created coincidences
Paradoxical notions formed of this fragmented
mind. On display, for all to see,

a concert of thought strings plucked–as I slip 
my limbs into delicate marionette threads. this

damnable, elongated performance,
is one of survival. I am hoisted as my 
feet traipse along–keeping time with an

endless refrain drowning out my protests.
Continue the production despite my

futile suffering. I will listen to the 

grotesque soundtracks stitched with discordant 
notes,disquiet ignored 
by my own

humanity. They are the background 
of every scene. 

I cannot cover my ears, nor my eyes. Cannot 
cower behind the eternal jester I have become.

Jubilance does not rest beneath my mockery
of a smile. As mechanisms beyond my reach
pilot me through this part, 

kindly–I beg–put down the control bar. 
Please unstring me softly. Allow me to bend.
Remind me that

love is in the hands that pull me toward my

Magnum Opus. Show me kindness as I am
immersed in madness. I want to believe that

now–the world, my audience–will want to

observe me at the height of my pursuit. My portrayal

of an ease of living allows me 
to connect with the masses I seek to touch. 

Quell my anxieties–my need to rewind

these moments when the film is done. 
I wish to look upon the feigned grace in which 
I was puppeted through,

sorrowful times and undeniable constraints. 
Gleaning knowledge from hindsight. 

Though I know this life is 
a never-ending silver screen. 

Undoubtedly–some day I will forget the 
hands that guided me. The strings that kept
me moving, the very

notion of performing. Perhaps then, 
I will embrace my hard-won freedom. 

When the set is wrapped, and

xenon projects no image. When time has 
ceased my ability to replay. I will cradle
my strings–gaze upon the

yellowed film and empty reels resting in
a box. A testament that my fervor–my

zeal will always lay beyond what others
expect of me.


Sadee Bee (They/Them) is a queer artist and writer inspired by magic, strange dreams, and creepy vibes. Sadee is the author of Elgin Award-Nominated Magic Lives In Girls (kith books), & Celestial Bodies / Earthbound Wounds (White Stag Publishing). Bee can be found on Twitter @SadeeBee, on Instagram @sadee__bee, and the web at www.sadeebee.com

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