Tamed

Filigree
gold
silver
laced together
form a chain
wound tight around my frame.
Holding me.
Capturing me.
Imprisoning me.
Scalding tears
soak the sheer cloth I wear
striping away
lies
illusions
fantasies 
grown under summer sun.
I struggle to break free.
The chain becomes entangled
knotted
warped
an ever tightening pressure
I fight against.
Breathing heavily
scared
determined
I must be gone
before master comes home.
Too late
I hear the key in the lock
there he stands
frown upon his face.
‘My little butterfly
why do you continue to try to fly?’
Chain smoothed by touch.
No longer unable to breath.
Head hung in shame.
I have been tamed.
December 9/18
Photo by Andrew Neel on Unsplash