I woke up one morning and realized I was disappearing.
More importantly, having noticed that nobody cared for my
condition, The discovery was now made into a tragedy of
unmeasurable proportion.

A fresh view, a new kind of low.
Before I make a move, I will be completely erased from the
very face of Earth.
I need to hang on to it, make friends with my new despot,
for only one of us will win.
With no definite plan, I pursued my new self in order to
save the old one, I was no longer familiar with.
Slowly, but firmly, I am now becoming into you.
Can I trade my blood for money?


Mother fought my birth.
She wished not to deliver.
A wish that (if granted) must assure silence, Remain a
horror  caught within a womb, fed by salts of sorts, sugar
is my enemy.
Unfortunately, as crowds will soon convey, the nurses all
dressed in white, pushed and pulled, and there was a tiny I.

Pink and throbbing, wrapped in mucous, the way babies are
shown on television. Not a pleasant sight one may witness.
I was diagnosed with hypertonus, now I'm just bumped.

Not being around wouldn't come as a big surprise to anyone.
They may ask "where is she?" "Have you seen her lately?" and
then carry on with the dull, so very dull, completely
miserable lives of theirs.
"Why?" she will ask.
"Just because".