writhing i push.
i refuse you, i abandon you.
i run, trying to make my own light.
but this night is dead and dark.
i cry, strained.
with false hope
my voice returns to me,
snickering, sniveling.
he lies to me,
tells me what i want to hear.
i expel words of malice
with glee.
trembling hands and a desperate heart.
the same pattern,
the same weeds.
my bones rot…
i die again.
your breath then comes upon my neck.
i shiver hard.
fear, then peace.
your arms embrace me.
you place balm on my bruised limbs.
you cradle me, sing over me.
you take me back into the fold.
again.
