"Poets hide pieces of themselves in their poems, and I hide...her." It is said that things felt inside a poet's heart comes out as a form of art, and I feel her. I feel her wildly. Like heartbreak, I feel her in my chest. Like acid on a wound, I feel her in my gut. Like betrayal on a friend, I feel her in my bones and like fire on my skin, I feel her burn me. Everywhere. I can feel her. The real me.