I am a Slave

I don't know if I am a writer so much as a collector of words, of prose, of sayings and wishes, of fantasies, a dreamer, a lair, a teller of truths.

A thief, there is nothing I wont use.

A heart breaker, a tear maker.

A teller of secrets.

So exposed and so hidden on the stage.

I am cupid, I am death, I am mother nature, I am not afraid.

I am splintered emotions, I am the cracking vase.

I am the monster and the goddess in the cave.

I am the master. I am the slave...