She broke my words
with her back;
they were snatched
from my throat
as her lines
force courage
and her eyes
leak age.
She broke my words
with her back
and i could carry
no light but
crouch in the shadows
all intentions swallowed
behind sealed
lips and bated
breath.
My lies shattered on
the ground
but she bent her
back to calmly
pick up the
shinier pieces
and hand them back
to my bent
shame.
We broke our backs
out in the sun
she beneath the
burden of reality
and me….
my frail back
cracked under the
weight of
truth.