Severed
Author: Kiara Bettencourt, © 2002

I let you turn me into an empty shell and promised not to tell your dirty little secrets. I fell into your deception, and made myself weak and broken walked upon and cloaked in fear. The apologies were token your words empty metal casings dropping from your lips. I disappeared into your religion and let the gods of your anger trample my pleasing soul. The honeyed words of future calousing my heart to stay, and trapping me in stone. I let you take me away, and mold me into your servant, begging for mercy at your feet. Now I've left the starved years behind, the broken, wasted years of my innocence, my foolishness. I tear your lies out of me now, wounded and aching and watchful, I stare out at wholeness. I laugh at your gods now, the angry dieties that exist in your mind will no longer enslave me. I seethe at your insolence, I cry for my innocence, I clamor for justice. I gather the remnants of me, the long forgotten parts of me, and paste the shards together. I shelter myself in iron wings and cast no backward glance or wonder at the chance I might have had to leave. I am severed from you forever.