she held my hand as we walked down a road only she knew
a path she probably created to lure her men in.
I could never guess what was at the end, for I was one of her men
– maybe the first, maybe the last –
and I could never measure the stairs of my ruins.
she took me in and had me moving
but she never told me when to rest.
– she pushed me off an abyss and didn’t even use her hands