Sheer from the treacherous confessional,

Demanding further, while perusing it.

Slave is the open mouth beneath the closed.

She sank; she snatched at colours; they were peel

Of fruit past savour, in derision rosed.

For the dark downward then her soul did reel.

A press of hideous impulse urged to speak:

A novel dread of man enchained her dumb.