You slither around the folds in my cerebellum

in a cyclical motion



squeezing and constricting

rational thought.


Eventually you attach yourself to my tissue,

you become one with me.

I cannot separate myself from you.

I am you, you are me.

Without you, I cannot breathe.


I lose myself in fantasy.

What if, maybe, what could be, if only….

You are both my pleasure and my pain.

A strange dichotomy.

I rarely fight you anymore these days.

It would seem that obsession has given way to possession….

In plain sight

I stand there before You,
aching for Your

Your affection.

Your approval.

i can’t believe after all this time,
never seen me.

in my pig tails and patent leather
standing in the doorway
wistful and willing.

but You cannot detect me.

for i am hiding behind the wallpaper
where all
little girls hide…
the ones who survived.

layers upon layers cover me
redecorated as
years pass,
yet i remain forever unchanged.

frozen in time
beneath this woman
waiting and hoping
You will take me home…