15 years too young

15 years too young.

Your lips attacked
Mine stood stunned.
My wholesome heart,
Lured me here
To this place where I’d be scorned and throttled and beaten from the inside out
Like a curse instructed by a wicked maid,
Who casted spells to lock me away,
To never forget,
To smother my dreams,
To pinch the thread of hope and pull it out through the seams,
To shake me with vigour like from the jaw of a hound,
To brand me and burn to my skin what I’d found.
That love has been stolen from my very core
And the workers inside can’t manufacture any more
Of the thing that sent my dreams and my girlish awe, none.

The devil is laughing at God,
Because he won.