Part One

Pull back my skin,
Look under the covers.
You show every vein to me,
As I had remained robed.
But now, I shed the layers,
And I step out as if to let the towel drop,
Like after a hot shower,
Cleansing my body & my mind.


Part Two

A shouting voice-
From within her house, or
From within my mind,
"Get out!"
Sad child,
Strange abuser.
Controlling
With paranoia,
Only ceasing
From tears or
Stolen cash.
You prefer people
Weak and
Selfless,
But that's a hard thing
To get by on alone,
Without ambition for fuel.