Pisaries Creator

I couldn’t possibly know.

I’ve been hiding too long.

Under a rock, absolutely not.

I pulled a tree from the ground.

Watered its roots from my own tears.

Fed it with my own bile.

He spoke in the dark of night.

Clasping his religious hands.

For you and me, he said.

He had such great promise.

She had mocked him.

Together they were near perfect.