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

kinked

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