COLLECTOR

a poem by 

Bewitched Chameleon

Soul Collector

Woman Collector

Adoration Collector

Tell me your name demon!

How did I come to be here, all caught up in your web?

This beautiful shiny bobble I can’t let go of, has me entangled in this gilded cage.

willingly awaiting you to call my name…

My strength depleted by circumstance

I lay broken and bare

You smelled my desires and began your descent

Playing with me…mind, body and spirit.

Taunting me with your lyrical monologues and sweet soliloquies

I am your prey.

Release me!

But you have no intention of letting me go

For you are a collector

And without your collection

You are nothing.