Life clings to me.
A beautiful lie
of all she has mastered.
Each belief corrupted
absolutely
as it forms a seal
around this ruin.
And pulls tight.
Maintained
on this parapet
she kept still
the quiet fight for life
until death came
knocking.
Then fought him off
because
I was her prize not his.
And she is free
to do to me
what is her will.
And I am kept buttoned up
by invisible bonds
I have clung to.
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