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.