during
as this self-described wilting
flower
now, you were before all muscle and sinew,
but what has transpired between now and then?
who was your attacker and what redress do you desire?
may I neither avenge you nor help you heal?
what inverse process would cause you to go from
stallion to mare, to colt, to even less than this?
what humiliation and need has caused this state of abject hurt and isolation?
what prison and what cell cause you to suffer so?
where are these unseen
bars
that collect this soul and prevent you from fleeing further attack
or even seeking those who so much want to hold you while you heal?
alone now and needing to accept some internal salvation that I may not affix,
but that you need only lightly request,
then by unlocking you will allow me in
as much as
you allow
yourself
out.