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delve into the shimmer of her

outside my body but still part of it

dreaming up danger just to get us out

her heart beats in my chest

I want to be an idea surgeon

but I usually just end up turning the thorns over in my hands

no knife no way to make this into something beautiful

what does it mean when

evil implants itself in her

our own dark tower

can I tear it out with my own fingers-

if I can reclaim them

& if I see us in fairy tales

which splinters in the mirror are we

I am taken over by her

or maybe I choose to leave myself

just for a few hours

which is heavier?

where is the line

between her beliefs and mine?