Hook and Snare

I was still looking for that thing that would hook and snare.
But it just wasn't there.

Dust covered,
so love hovered,
and I chose to look away from what was peeking through the dirt.

Wind blew,
sun shone,
and there it was,
revealed by day.

Darkness was calling,
so I was running,
straight to the one that said my name a certain way.

Indecision.
Life's derision.

Half woman, 
half child.

Stripped and defiled.
Clean my wounds.
Then press and dress me.

Tell me things, 
like what you would do, 
if you found me wanting another, 
the way you used to...

Would it cut you?

Bleed you out?

Would you shake and shiver as I was shading you in self doubt?