The memory is a leaky facet
That drips with mud and sweating suns.
It splatters so shamelessly upon stained fabric.

Beads of light caught in the spiders noose
That is how I saw you.
You were a blanket of truth that tucked me in too tight.

Your words words were needles
So carefully administered no suspicious flicker
Entered me.

I became a river
With a stomach full of stones
and you sank me
to the bottom.