He has plundered
the dark, hidden conditions
prevalent in my compilation
of assorted yarns.
Without having any regard
for what I planned to make
(the intricate delicate stories,
I should have deftly woven)
an unobtrusive thief
has converted the threads
of my narratives into nourishment.
My stash is in pieces.
© Sophia Roberts
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