Her life is
Foreign to the Touch
Mine?
she says
no, impossible
Ill shall go back to bed
and awake as i once was
She sleeps
She wakes
But she isnt as she once was
she runs mentally
in circles
Who am i now?
a shadow
a shadow
of what i once was
In this hour of darkness
who shall still love me?
And who shall leave me
in all their falseness?
I dare not look again
to affirm
the distortion i saw
in the mirror
Instead, i shall deny it
she said
in order to be loved
as i always have
Deny
Deny
Deny
i shall erase it with my denial
erase
and leave but pink shavings
no one can read what has been written
it is gone
forgotten
my life is no longer foreign to my touch
