She tells me to kill, to stab, to cut, to insult, to hurt myself. Her eyeless face still stares through me. She watches, she waits, she speaks. She grins, she laughs, she hits. Her presence lingers near me always. A hand on my shoulder, cold, pale. Her teeth sharpened and blood dripping from her mouth. I can see the dead child laying in the corner, horror frozen on his face. Heart ripped out, she smiles at me and sits by my side. She's my anger, hate, pain. She's my inside portrayed on the out. Hello friend, it's great to know you're watching.
