𝐊𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐀 [ᵖᵒᵉᵗʳʸ]

- 𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑

i still think back on that day
when i cut my hair
took a shower
and left behind the ones
who killed me again and again.
that day, i had reincarnated
as a blank slate;
a torn, blank canvas.
but what if instead of rebirthing,
i had come undead?
what kind of girl would i have been
if i had let that canvas burn
and let it be bloodied
while still holding out her heart?
i wonder if that day
maybe i had killed her?
i wish that in that moment
she could have split from my head,
have her own body,
grow her own messy hair-
and arise as her own girl;
an entirely seperate creature from me.
i wish i could have watched her be her own,
to watch her flourish,
and see someone love her
the way i could not.