Written. 15. July. 2002

Self

Under the chest nut tree -
I sold you and you killed me

There in the fetid core, the truth that bound us free
And all we could do was watch, to see it end.
Sometime in the night, the music died.
Silence hovered, pregnant
with meaning, accusation. I held you,
and you raped me of all that I held dear.

Leapt eagerly into the open mouth of my own grave for you.
Now I'm scrabbling for a hold among the bracken...
But its made of thorns and my hands are bloody
with regret.

Vultures circling, You're towering over me,
that same sardonic smile. Triumph in your schizotypal eyes.
Will you wait until I'm dead to suck the marrow from my bones?
Or devour me alive while my screams play melody to your feast?
If I turn to look I know I'll see..

The mirror and the chest nut tree
where I sold you, and I killed me.