PATH

There was one who taught me all, as she taught the witch

at the other side of the estate. We are meant to be the best,

no one touching us on our path.

Me and you, together we had it all,

I met you in the Crystal Chamber. You became my wife,

me the goth, you the witch, fairy tale story.

I became your student and learned all I could,

we toured Europe, saw the best gigs, had our tattoos.

My past caught up with me, tore us apart,

not a cat in hell’s chance. Those minds eye images

that nearly killed me, us, snapped at my heals for many a year.

You wanted my baby, why you married me, loved

me, would die for me.