She pulls every
string I am build of,
plays dark melodies
on my soul,
brings any rhythm to
my heartbeat,
moves my flesh into a
frantic dance.
She writes poetry
with my lips,
otherwise speechless,
she draws masterpiece
in a blink,
with the blood from
my tips,
she flies me high
with wings I don’t
have on,
she swims me deep
with lungs that don’t
breathe.
She brings me back
when I ceased living,
she kills me right
after I’m born.