Bedlam

I kept you afraid,

trapped under knees—

kept you awake,

tearing, so much tearing,

within callused hands,

held where I am

 

Oh, Poor Heart,

put your head in my hands—

broke over a knee,

floating within ripped sheets,

tearing, so much tearing,

still held at hand, torn as I am.

 

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