Every time you look at me
I feel a little less real.
No matter how I try
I cannot stop you from
dismantling me, pulling me apart
piece by delicate piece.

I prayed to the old gods
and they promised me that when I die,
I will be born again as a raven
so I can scavenge the pieces back,
because it only takes a day to harm
but it takes multiple lifetimes to heal.