I don’t know what she is,
Or when she arrived,
But her presence disturbs me.

Her face distorted,
Surreal
This is not Mine

A corpse
That's all she is
Blood and Blubber have swallowed me whole
Consuming my thoughts with insecurities

That woman is not me
She is decaying by the minute
Soon to be in a casket.

She is a monster

But she allows me to walk.
To Run
To fall

She gives my soul a platform to perform
She’s trying her best
but

My soul longs to be free
Each part of my mind and spirit are trying to fly
But she is holding me down