was it I that unraveled your soul
and clipped the strings that held you and your mind?
did I break you and stand hovering upon ruinous planes
and smile or weep?
did I crush the shards tinkling from your black gaze
and shatter the sunlit notes and
make gravel under my steps?
was I destroyer and ruiner and demon
who sent sober children fleeing to darkness to cry and burn?
with you curled into rounded stone and still and soundless
your breath a barely thing
and I brash and clumsy
treading muddy harm over gentle lines.
was it I that unraveled your soul?