We all leave. We’re never born exactly as we are - we grow into it - all of us.

A pity my broken and bleeding heart can’t pick you up, keep you here

She’d like to but she just can’t lift the bar across her door, and yours is twice the size.

She is all about you
- her thoughts and songs -as she cries, torn open in her crumbling sanctuary

Be for her what you need, as you will

She’s kept close - under the lock and key of ancient stone the kind that just is - been that way so long no one remembers why and it is too late to change it. Too comfortable.

But she’s angry. She knows as we all do - that she wasn’t meant to be kept hidden away so she’ll do what needs be done:

Fuck me up.