Shattered Locks
When everything else falls away,
she is left with only the core
of her slave heart;
the place she has
struggled to understand, to unwind,
unbind the silken cords.
she was under lock and key of
visions of who she should be.
But with locks of love shattered, the
bindings fall away.
When she tasted freedom,
and found it bitter, empty,
the air a graceful pale she
has no taste for, the scent
beyond her comprehension;
she burned her hands, in reaching
for the chains, frozen cold in time.
safe bondage lost,
adrift, she fell, too.