A precious fruit,
plucked before ripening.
Not savoured,
no.
Peeled
of dignity;
hollowed of its core
of trust;
its seeds
of hope;
and finally,
its flesh
divided;
its fragments
scattered;
its functions
terminated.
Rare, delicate sweetness -
stolen.
And now,
what promise?
A precious fruit
beyond repair,
beyond recognition,
beyond restitution.