Lydia

Lydia found eighteen

wasn't like they said it would be. What,

without knowing yourself,

are you meant to do?

Her current situation was bleak.

With no drive, no passion,

she gave in

to her dangerous desires.

She was charming enough, and

was serious

about achieving her whims.

Jeffrey, Nick, Adam.

She was tired

of juggling; tired

of feeling purposeless.

People are free,

but only in a monetary sense.

Most will watch you

put daisies in your hair

with a bright smile, but

few will hear you

as you cry out into the night;

those who do, have heard

woman in ecstasy, woman in pain.

Sweet, vulnerable

woman of the night.

They hadn’t deserved it; no,

not a single one.

Her sacred temple,

trampled,

vandalized

by the likes of those BOYS.