she still
wished on dandelions
and colored her dreams in crayon.
but then you appeared.
and at first,
your presence covered her
with a sense of comfort and belonging,
a blanket of serenity and warmth.
but once you had captured her young heart,
she lost all control.
soon, you erased all color from her dreams,
forbid wishes of any sort.
this blanket you had weaved
had become a cage
... and yet her heart still loved
the man who had now become
its dictator.
yay for prompts we find on pinterest !! "write a scene using three things: crayons, dictatorship, blanket"