"Reflection"

Her voice
grates against my ears.
Her scream
pierces my skull.
Her tears
pour salt into my wounds.
Her arms
envelope me in warmth.

The only thing she does
is cause me pain,
but I'll never be rid of her.
She's a constant in my life,
bonded to me.

Her blood
runs through my veins.
Her scars
mar my arms and legs.
Her decision
to fall into damnation
was mine as well,
and I hate myself
for not trying to stop her
when her addiction
became too much for us to handle.

Because she is me--
my flesh, my blood, my bone.
All this time
she thought she was helping me,
but she was really destroying me;
tearing me apart,
piece by piece,
until there was nothing left.

But now she is gone,
broken and lying on the floor.
I give her my thanks
by crushing her soul
beneath my bare feet,
allowing her one final glance at my blood
before saying my goodbye.

I refuse to belong to her!
I refuse to be a pawn
in her selfish game of chess!

I am my own!

For the first time in years
I am finally happy,
and I've finally gathered the strength
to escape my reflection.