An Artist’s Nightmare

You chained me to my bed of fears

And covered me with lies

You watched my stream of tears

While you whispered hateful Lullabies

As your shadow danced up my walls

In shapes of failures and flaws

You wickedly laughed

As I tried to get up

Forcing me down to my knees

I begged you to go:

“I don’t love you no more!”

I ran, and pushed, and screamed.

But you just stood still

And strangled my will

Throwing me down to the floor

Then you lay next to me and sang:

“Together we’ll be, forever you see,

until you love yourself -- more than you hate me.”

And then Resistance covered me.

NAOMI COHEN