Someone is living in me.
She is breathing, breathing hard.
She always starves
for something terrible
something awful
to happen.
She is always there,
somewhere in me,
living,
breathing,
waiting.
If her time comes,
when
her time comes,
she will break out
and rip everything I've ever had
to a million
a billion
a trillion little pieces.
And I will never be whole again.
And I'm scared
of that time.
I'm scared of her.
I'm scared of me.
