I have opened my eyes. The truth has revealed itself. With time, all is known and I have found the truth. Such loneliness breeds attachment to those things that are forbidden. I could not have him, therefore he was mine.
Truth has so much power.
I feel it in my stomach. A dull ache as I more fully understand my innocence. An innocent flight, unprepared, without armor, I am like a young bird peeping from the birdhouse hole, longing for the sleek raven, with his glinting feathers and trickster eyes. Nor did I understand the meaning in my cry for help when he began to devour me.