Rotten to her sadistic core,
Mother a psycho
“Father” a bore.
Ancestral trauma smells so bad,
Breath of a dragon
Part victim, all sad.
Righteous and blind, without a clue,
Poisons the well
And drinks it too.
Broken home created a swine,
Nowhere to turn
Now absent of spine.
So turn your back and walk away,
You spat on my kindness
Now rot and decay.
She touched my restless soul And made the broken pieces whole. A moment thick and slow Like sinking through the sand below. Her golden brown hair fell Like autumn casting
Played like a fiddle Yet the fiddler runs free Torment’s melody Gift wrapped and bound for thee. Violin suspense As icing on thy pain Stay right where I am Her
She wove a net of silver thread, And sang of shallow, painted tides. She drew me near with infrared, A mystic light where water hides. She carved a space to