A shard of me
split off young.
Buried deep,
a loaded gun...

I try to pretend
or forget, or reject,
but it's still there —
                                    inside,
                                           on the
                            outside.

GET RID OF IT!

NEVER 
                 will I let her be
                                                  one with me.

cut her,
   burn her,
      leave her
                   to die.
         she doesn't need attention,
         she doesn't need affection.

A cold place,
a dark place,
a sick place
and angry.
And memories
                                 that don't belong
                                                                        to me.
Jealousy.
Why me?
Don't I also get to be
                                               whole?

A hole
                down deep
                                          at the bottom of my soul
dripping through the cracks
                                                            to join
                                                                            another me below.
howling and whispering
                      imprisoned in my shadow.

she doesn't need attention,
she doesn't need affection.
     cut her,
        burn her,
            leave her
                         to die.
with the memories
                                         that don't belong
                                                                               to me.