I went to visit my body
And I found a husk
Empty
Dry
Primal
Raw
Caked with mud
Nobody home
My husk
I left her there
Clean and warm
Tidy and safe
To wait
To wait while I flew around
Through the night sky
Riding horses
Following adventures
Digging through the basements of old houses
Picking flowers
Fighting battles
Learning lessons
Doing the heroic work
Of the business of the night
Flying through worlds
I left my body there
Safe and warm
With you
Until the delicate thread yanked me back
Still half flying but my feet are in the mud
I can’t breathe
Trapped under glass
I’m your puppet
Your hand heavy, meaty, taking
Pulling me, playing me
Except I’m not there
A call I can’t answer
Urgent
Stealing
Pulling out my insides
Grabbing them, dragging them out
What was tidy, warm, and clean
Now pulled from me, scattered outside
Rained on
Muddy
Pillaged
Used
Discarded
Yours
Not mine
Never mine again
My husk answered
Responding without my permission
A brute
A raw, primal child
Carried away
Betrayed and taken
Door left unlocked
Everything broken
Rain and mud
Blowing in the doors
I don’t want you here
You stole from me
You took what is mine
You only wanted more