Am I then
one of the Fates
of love
who cut
this thread
without remorse
what kept
our heartbeat
well aligned
't is now
a mockery
of sound
Or am I then
the evil mother
who cut away
the navel string
without compassion
her next of kin
weeps in the
embrace
of Famine
I say that
time and pain
increase
accordingly
while I shatter
silver dreams
unaware of
whose or which.
(Lizzy)