Work Text:
I buried
My younger
Self,
(She was just a baby)
with my own
Two hands
I killed
Her,
Murdered
Her with blood
On my
Hands,
Staining
My eyes
I don’t regret it.
I never will.
I miss
Her,
I miss
the light
In her
Caribbean blue
Iris.
I’m
Gaining that light,
Once again,
and maybe
just maybe
I am truly
becoming
myself
Blooming
Into something
stunning.
By me
