[...Two Weeks...]

Brief moment at ease

To rest from the broken bottles

Battling ground against the will

That broke the backs of many

Women before me.

Brief pause from the pawing of me

Breathe now because tomorrow

There'll be none.

My backyard is covered in claws

And a space laid out for where

You could have been.

A space for where you could have

Come to rest, for the 

Brief moments to breathe

With the pawing of me.

Breathe now because tomorrow

I'll be gone.