I have been stolen, 
I am not one of them. 
It is at day that my face stays 
with theirs, night. 
It is bad then. 
He comes to me. 
He carries a dress.  It was pretty 
at one time, not now. 
The dress is tethered, yellow. 
He tries to take off and put on. 
I cannot scream.  I am not his bride. 

They call me crazy.  He does 
not go to any other. night. 
he is back tonite.  I am not one 
like the others.  He knows not of that. 
I wake up screaming. 
I am crazy. night. 

I close my eyes with fear 
every night. night. 
He is back.  Tonite I sleep 
my eyes open, my mouth closed. 
I have learned to appear 
strong.  I am not.