Thief

Thief, you stole from me the
white jewel of my silence;
Snatched from my chamber the
ruby hunger of my blood; and
left me gelded.

Drew me out, into your oubliette, and
imprisoned me in this dead chrysalis;
No promise of metamorphosis.

Now you taunt me, mocking my stiltedness,
feeding me despair and erasing

my tenderness;
my tenderness is

an open wound.

I have forgotten the words that were whispered;
forgotten the memory of innocence;
forgotten the simplicities of faith.

Thief, you stole from me in

cunning and in shadow,
immobilizing my defences, and
rendering me naked.

Artwork from http://www.lostgirl.nl/