the house of warmth and loneliness
souls tied to the soles
of me, and the other me
a calmer, kinder version of me
she tells me poetry and braids my hair
tucks a lily behind my ear
my house has no mirrors
she says my beauty needs no proof
in the morning i brew tea,
as she gazes at the city
the city is cruel, it will seperate us
you must never go there, i tell her.
she disappears for hours one day
comes back in distress
she claims to have been nowhere
inside your flesh i lie, she says
but she lies, because she is me after all
i tear my flesh open, she sews it back
then she tells me poetry
but she tells it wrong
and braids my hair but pulls too tight
she tucks a lily behind my ear with shaky hands.