i am the grave, i am her grave

Black clouds and the ground whispers

From where she stands

Here I lie

A coffin has been built

One for me

One for you

Should we accept?

Or run away?

Here are her pale lips

And her sodden hair

She stands

Two flowers in hand

I turn my head

And pretend I don’t see

The red raw eyes

That clench the veins

To my heart and all goes deaf

I cannot hear her cries

Or my repeated replies

She begs to stay

And I push her off

I say sorry

For the slaughter

Of a daughter

I had once called mine

Time leaves imprints

On this skin of mine

Her age is written

In those weary eyes

And she has wasted away

All that remains

Is the love she has to give

But I refuse to take

She is my home

The only one I have ever known

Ever wanted, ever loved.

She is the breath that leaves my lungs

And the anger situated in my heart

The longing, the shame, feelings are

Immersed with her

And I feel nothing

Without her

But I am the killer

I am the murderer

Of her heart

I’ve slayed the daughter

I’d once called mine

She is but a shadow

That creeps within

And moves without

A body, a carcass

The living feed off her

And I too

She calls upon me

Pleads for me

But I forsake her

And she stands

Cold, alone

And without a place

To call her own

I am the grave

I am her grave

Two paths split

But remain joint

For neither promises

A land beyond this