Friday, July 01, 2016


I am

used up.

When you cry out to me,
I struggle to escape dark places
my dreams take me through.
You cry out for me
so I come for you
but I never wake up.

I am


When I cry out to you,
you flit and float through light so high
and sing while I sink deep and low.
You sing to me
and I come for you
but I am barely me.

I come for you
and you come in me
and I am empty,
used up,


About this piece

This piece is about caring for children, and suffering an abusive relationship, and love. First published on

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