i wish i had a grave to visit
i wish it was my own.
he grabs me from behind
hands trace my hips, sunken bones
you don't want to go where
i have been.
without relief, i am resigned
breathless, helpless, close to death
eyes wide shut and hypnotized
waits patient, for the ending breath
you don't want to go where
i have been.
those words are caught inside the dark
they fuss and whine between my lips
i try and try to let them out
and between my teeth, loosen my grip.
you don't want to go where
i have been.
and just as they begin to fly,
your hands are around me again
wrapped around my throat like vines
and now I know, this is my end.
you don't want to go where
i have been.
running down the riverbank,
chasing, screaming, the quiet frown
hands move under the willow tree,
1, 2 ,3, waiting to drown.
you don't want to go where
i have been.
he's giving up, i've given up
today is not the day to win.
my heart beats faster than he can hurt,
his fingers lift my chin.
you don't want to go where
i have been.
you don't want to go where
i have been.