Sunday, May 15, 2016

Missing Person

What is it
That he saw in me?
Penetrable, accessible

He had the impression 
"I'm yours for the taking"
my innocence was not a deterrent
But rather an aphrodisiac 
The more innocent in fact
The stronger the attraction 

Perhaps my vulnerability 
Too tangible for him to see
Beyond his needs
So powerful
Surpassing lines inscribed by morals

He approached
I didn't scream
He approached
I didn't flinch 
He contaminated 
My rainbow world
Gone the glitter,  gone the glue
Gone the plastic tiara,
Gone the tulle 

No comments:

Post a Comment