She’s here.
Holding on;
Dragging
Along
My slaving
Body
Behind her
Rash
Will.
No thought
Of commitment.
Endangering
Our sanity –
Our sanity?
It’s non-existent.
Blithely
Skipping along
To a
Hypnosis
Song, that
Will march
You to
That cliff.

Two minds.
Two people.
One of which
Is harmful, evil.
Which one is here;
Should I be calm?
Or should I fear
The anger
And destructivity
She creates
With her activity?
Her sister –
No angel, but
Considerably
Less twisted.
No signs.
Little warning.
They just start fighting
In the night, or morning,
Which is why
Each new day
Becomes worse
And worse
Sometime
Soon (perhaps)
One girl
Will have
Her own hearse.