Sacrifice

I died last Wednesday, 11pm eyes closed
the voices of my mother and lover
pushing my mind in on itself
they came to an agreement,
and the timbres of their voices crashed
down about my feet until I was buried
each saw me as their sole possession
and neither would have me
for I could not choose between them
my mother saw my lover as a breathing sin
my lover convinced me I was right in loving
but he could not cut the cords of  
silk and blood binding me to my mother
and so I died – in hope both could have me always