Twisted Page 2
She:
Pressed against that ribcage
Where not a breath escapes
Not a sigh of sorrow,
Not a cry of rage
How can I bear his silence
When shadows grow immense—
He:
If shadows peel and lift away
If ever you break free
From my embrace
If you catch sight of me
In light of day—
Go... Leave me here,
My grace,
In my debris—
She:
In my dream I'm soaring
Amidst a flap of wings
My heart so light,
So happy,
Forgetting him, ignoring
That arm
Wrapped around me,
How heavily it clings