Twisted

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