The bathroom door sticks when I push it open.
The music downstairs dulls into a hum.
The mirror is fogged, though no one has showered.
I wiped it once.
She is already looking back at me.
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The mask I wore
has thinned, has torn,
overused and over worn—
.
It's the narc tree lore,
Where everyone plays a role
That the narc believes is proof
Of what people are for.
.
I don't know who I am
Or what I want
I had died
I did shed
I died mid-sentence,
No regrets.
.
My left eye is gone
The body is done.
.
I stare and see someone I recognize
Yet is a threat
This imposter is still amongst my bed,
She sits and waits
and wants me dead.
.
She wants to be alive
And live again,
Though she has been shed,
And cannot walk again,
Not even when mother is dead.
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(I find myself outside,
where the Earth personality lays,
and bloody leaves sway.)
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This imposter was once me,
now I can't trace her memory.
She was shelter, not a home,
borrowed skin,
a place to moan.
.
She was temporary shelter
Now no longer kin.
.
My skin renews—
a lucid dew,
it seals, it shines,
it breaks her through.
.
The bathroom mirror,
Is where I stare
And see these ends
Even when Dahlia has bled —
Dahlia cannot have her daughter again.
.
My skin had cleansed itself
My petals have regrown
Dahlia cannot survive my sunny form.
.
I wonder where this imposter has gone,
What had that human done?
.
She enabled Dahlia
And became her receptacle,
sabotaged the whimsical.
.
Now, she doesn't bow,
Nor does she scream,
Because her left eye shines,
Even in the purest light ----
she accepts that darkness exists
and she must conquer it.
.
She has moved past it
And will heal,
Soon, no one will recognize the dame,
Because she doesn't weep;
Weeds are pulled and regrow
Which shows Daisy's life cycle.
.
Her masks will fade,
And she will be made ----
To be a heroine from the cows and maids,
And survived the serpents name
Into one who can never be tamed.