She dare shine an array of colour in the light of the grey moon.
Infinities of thorns encircling her frame.
Caged wild heart thundering echoes in the silence.
She travels alone in the shadows not to be seen.
Forever hidden.
For they will slay her – feed her to the wolves.
To be stripped of her glistening flesh.
Kaleidoscopic entrails strewn across a blood sodden ground.
Glinting.
She is not the same.
Her spectrum stripped.
Hollow bones remain defenceless.
Homeless.
But she – remains.
Me, Myself and Who am I? 