the vision I see it is me but it is not me i could never be so lucky as to be in the same position as she
she. her. daughter. i would rather be called it the she in me is dead i am jealous, i am jealous.
a bloodbath. openings to a better place horizontal on both my arms sadness pours away a husk is left.
I am the husk; pitiful and void she is gone. i sit in the bath, a dead girl but not dead enough