after 2016's summer

gloom

im torn down my middle by two roofs

and remain running from either noose

i fly from one because of their fights

i escape the other as ive cried so many windy nights

i miss one-they seem to reach out for me

i f*****g hate the other- all i wanna be

is alone, idle, to be flown to my heaven

all was blithe under my blindfold i was aged seven

now i run to the men who never loved me

i kissed the dogs in sheeps clothing

the heart of the man i love's been stolen

and his arms,...imaginary dashed lines tracing my body, frozen

under the cream drapes i lay myself there

and long for his hands lacing through my hair

but i regret he is not there

he cannot be THERE

I never show my care,

when my ankle is torn chewed bloody in my own snare

my mind falsely blames another possible snare-barer

who else but my mother,...my tamer to my lion,...who gave me my breath of air?

who else but the very person i flee?

to run out at night to find somebody ELSE to. be?

im a purple thumb

all around me do not look so,...numb

Author's Note

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