You are not my lover
You are a mugger
And you've mugged me
of my dreams
of my youth
of my love
my life
my truth
and indignant is how you stand
in this courtroom of lies
in front of our judge of sand
But there's a yellow light that shines through the cracks
of this dark wooden coffin. It streams through the slats -
riding on a mini whisper...
like a shiny red ribbon uncoiling through thick back silt...
The shock of what I've just done
By the sword of sheer words...
Spearing freedom!
A tiny breath in a lifetime of asphyxiation.
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