The Sky that was Gold

Let me not follow your rose embroidered pathway,

let me not suffer,

please, let me go.

This unbuttoned grief has driven its unkind threads through my heart.

And left my insides frozen and gray.

I am exposed down here,

in this pit for liars

and asked what colors make up my heart.

I slit myself,

carrying the broken pieces over the shell he created to hid himself,

to bide himself,

to tide himself,

until his worthy woman came along.

While I,

just his temptress,

his lover of all things unloved.

It was then and only then that I realized that I was his pathway.

His unclean thing,

broken,

with grief hidden inside my belly.

The sacrifice to carry him over the pathway,

that's who I was.