X Y Zenith

Just this one more line
Just this one more time
But I would have drowned

If you’d meant to change
If it were the day
Strength you should have found

Boundaries are most real
Boundaries helped me heal
Cross none sacred ground

Two Of You

Too much to bear
Lying there
By your side
Dying inside

Doubting twin
Stranger to yourself, you
Strangled, then stifled
My abundance

Magical beat-downs
Neither finger nor voice raised
Black and blue and dazed
My trust and hope, drained

Wear your lying, victim’s eyes
Cloak yourself in feigned faithfulness
Lady-friends who rescued you
Shall soon become your targets, too