You dug a grave for your purpose.
You turned the tune to
a bright coming
while you sat at the front row, but
she watched you in a plummet.

“Mama, please.”
By your lips.
You wanted her to tie
you up so nice.
Your blinding distraction gone in seconds-
she has  gone for hours.

You dug a grave for your purpose.
You’ve been digging a grave with
the parts of your brain that
still work.
Where did your refuge go?
She traded a soul for a rush;
your fix,
now you’re hurt without,
even with.