S t e p. S t e p. S t u m b l e. S t e p.
It’s been a long day, long enough for two
but lived by just one.
Her eyes are warm, hazel and attractive;
hers scream diabolical, dark and vindictive.
They’re both one and the same,
one is flesh, the other a shield
to the buried traumas within concealed.
B l i n k. S n e e r. B l i n k. S n e e r.
She’s cared for, loved and a constant;
she’s unhealthy, a hazard and a flicker,
One that’s becoming stronger and redundant
replacing the smile with a snicker.
Fragile, hurt, home to another her,
her body abused, heart broken by her blood;
but when she assumes command, everything’s a blur.
T i c k. T o c k. T i c k. T o c k.
She’s been around for several years now
without the knowledge of her host;
clutching onto her mind like a parasite,
she protects her from her childhood ghosts.
While her hands, soft with slender fingers,
will hold your hand for comfort,
hers will slither around your throat.