Ego was stripped from skin
in layers until the trail of tears
was no longer visible to the blind
eye
Monks chant in the distance
as souls dance to the melancholy;
strength of the limb is tested
...wearing Sunday's best
Frayed rope is placed on ivory
rough against the delicate truth
only to be choked before it could be heard
Lover be damned; pained eyes meet
the noose being tightened by hands
that once cupped the breast of the Mother
...betrayal found in man's milk
Foundation is kicked away in one swift
motion; crushing the pathway of life
swaying with eyes wide open
Ego killed the delicate that day
a day of broken promises; dreams
forever became a lie, the lie truth
Delicate is still here in the shadows
swaying between trees in an eternal
dance in Sunday's dress
...waiting for the neck to fully break
Haunting Ego's chance~