'owling winds from HER past
scrape my esteem
from the flesh of my am

with the truth as a weapon
she rides over me with shame
as a war-pony

from the king of nothing
to the fool of fantasy
the card of
my am
not with 'er

sheer ill intent
damage so deep
to breathe
is a crime
for my am

no safe passage
trickery and slippery
wet moss on the rocks
I'll swing
instead
like no *****

so childlike
i hurt
my am
safety is going
to be a climb
out
i am