Nov 2020
Sadistic, sinister:
The evil twin sister
I fight, I resist,
But sometimes I still miss her...
From birth was a friction –
Affliction – a blister
Now alive, I must die
Every day and dismiss her
.
The evil twin sister
I fight, I resist,
But sometimes I still miss her...
From birth was a friction –
Affliction – a blister
Now alive, I must die
Every day and dismiss her
.
A poem about that ugly shadow of myself that still follows me around everywhere I go...and which only goes away when I consciously make a choice to **** IT - to "die" to it - each day.
