"Nobody can steal my inner beauty,
tranquility and peace
without my consent."
Debasish Mridha
The thief arrived in the day time and no one expected a crime in the light. His appearance was warm and appealing, no mask pulled down over his face. One might drop their guard with this friendly stranger, and be totally unaware as he silently crawls into a small opening of an already cracked heart. The radiance of his personality distracts from the squeezing discomfort now spreading throughout. His light so brightly shining, the victim is unaware of one's personal flame being quietly blown out.
As the sun sets with all of its glory, and darkness blankets this time and space, the thief is already securely in place. He is tap dancing so fast, eyes cannot be drawn to where his hands are placed. Everything he touches is chained with no escape, and still the other, though growing weak, cannot speak.
By sunrise, the thief is well on his way, invigorated by his theft. He has shattered the broken heart, stealing the last of the worth precariously in place and the victim's silence was never meant as consent.
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