She never really
Told me about where
She came from
I know where she was
Born
But how she got
3000 miles away
I’ll never know
When she went into
Foster care
Why she hates her mother
And because of that
Why she hates her
First name
I’ll never hear more
About that time in El Paso
With the gang
Or hear more
About
The worst thing she’d
Ever done
Because she wouldn’t
Tell me
No more about
Her stalker
Or her robotics
Or those friends
Of hers
No more
Just kinda weird
To think about it,
Don’t you think?
So much and so fast
And then no more
You never think about it
Until you think about it
Then all the no mores
Hit you like
A flood of wine
One day
And the scar
Tears a little more
Forming a small canyon
Years old bloodletting
Opening again
Subtly
Slowly
Just a thought and then
A rift in that spot
Of the heart that was
Once so fond
And then there is
At once no more
As again it scars
I will know no more
Anymore
Consume Reality! 