POEM: Stranger

I can see your scabs melt into blood, you've gone soft.

And have become delicate and fragile and innocent,

naive and lost. You've taken candy from the stranger too much.

Now you can't turn back. All you can do is break and shatter

into a million pieces. People walk all over you and your scattered self

Each piece of you is a missing story, now contaminated by the stranger

you thought you knew..