Didn’t that heart, handed
Awarded, you
Afforded you
Opportunity to
Stockpiler, you
Be the you
You needed to?

Didn’t that heart, handed
Awarded, you
Afforded you
Opportunity to
Stockpiler, you
Be the you
You needed to?

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
