Lucile Rivron Martinelli



In your hands my heart is held

At your mercy;

Not one beat can escape,

Nor one thought or feeling

Without you knowing.


I am trapped in my own cage,

Where your twisted self holds the key

To my freedom.


I long for the touch of reality,

The universe of beauty - 

Yet everywhere around me

I see darkness.


Your claws of perfection

Have tortured me,

Remoulded me:

I am but an empty shell,

A fading ghost.


I live merely as a memory,

A passing thought, nothing more.

I have been forgotten;

No trace is left

Of the one I was before


Envoyé: 19:42 Fri, 22 March 2024 by : Lucile Rivron Martinelli age : 16