Lamb

There was a doleful serenity to the spaces within her eyelids. She gazed at the world like it was a gift. Startled and awed by all that presented itself to her. Flitting and fawning between each obstacle, gingerly charmed by all that existed. She was a lamb. Soft and innocent, carefree and curious. Trotting through hardships as if she was lightly skipping through a blossoming meadow. That was before the shepherd arrived. Riding on an ethereal cloud, mighty and undeniable in his superiority. He was a beacon of hopes beyond her means and he exploited that trust, that enamoured delusion. He offered to her a hand, filled with nourishments she could barely comprehend. All the evils and wonders of the hidden world, sinister and tantalizing in their splendor. She gorged on their plenty, her mouth desperate and hungry. She ate and ate, never thinking about where the subsistence descended to after the explosion of taste consumed her. She got high on it. Ravaged by the frenzied euphoria that the treats imbued within her. But they began to take their toll. Her organs churned and her mind depleted. She began to notice the darkness in the world, she grew weary of it round the corners of her flouncing walks. Warped manifestations stemmed from her naivety and she lost her way, straying from the path of daffodils and purity and stumbling further into debauchery. It consumed her, plucked her like a bag of meat and slaughtered her. It sprayed her sinew on the sidewalk, the concrete prison that had sprung from her delicate gardens and it humiliated her. It carved her into prime segments and sold her to the hands of demons, the impish guards of evil. It ravaged her simple mind and deflowered her virgin heart.  It left her dirty and abandoned. Lost and confused. Her bright white fluffy coat of innocence besmirched and her beliefs shattered all around her, she hardened. She formed an exterior of doubt and ridicule, one she exercised readily. The only soft spot that remained, that foible beneath her heart - that belonged to the shepherd. And he would poke at it, molest it until it bled raw, deform her insides beyond repair, strike her from the earth itself - before he would let happiness sprout from her valleys once more.