On The Brink

You were an anchor, before you ripped the chain apart, like an umbilical chord

You struck me through the heart

Once an asylum, now you’ve left me to decay, organic matter, sex trash

All I was to you from the first day.

I built myself from scattered pieces, you were my cornerstone, before I crumbled

A cyclone of dust deserted

Ribbed steel bars in cement, was all that remained, this you left, untainted

An injured girl, smoldering to rust.