My Golden Cage of Secrets

I accompanied Diana Locke, the New York City socialite, to study abroad, washing her clothes, cooking her meals, and warming her bed.
To her friends, she referred to me as her household butler.
I absconded with her money and ran away.
I heard she went mad, turning the world upside down to find me.
When we reunited, she crafted a golden cage just for me. Caressing my calf, she whispered tenderly, 'If you run again, you'll lose these legs.'