I guess you planted this in me
It’s gross and sticky; I hide it between the curtains
Because I don’t want to look at it,
and because I am you but mixed with him.
Will I be knotted like you, and will my skin and hair grow in wrinkles?
And will I be dried and yellow?

And you cry out because you want me to follow you.
You lead me with lanterns into the swamp,
You gave off dying smoke.
I hold onto vines and I am young and wild
But I can’t see where I am anymore.

It is you that laid your eggs in me
And now I am wriggling
My hands shake and I bite and them
But you did too I suppose
Now I see these things in people’s faces
And that’s why I am trapped, I burn inside.
But lie and smile.
And I see what you tucked away.

But I will flee, I will escape
And be gone by morning.
We can go together, me and someone,
I will not even think of that place with the cracked walls.
I will make things from dust and nothing.