Her hand bites her other hand as she wrestles to sleep
With claws of steal they taught and writhe on each other
The cause of two, a set of incompatible unspoken quandary
Bleeding ears hear not the ringing sound of what she knows.
Like the teething process of a young child
The lost bewilderment in growth breaks the skin
She's left in pain without understanding or Novocaine.
The sheets are stripped from her sides
For once more naked than the day of birth
Waiting on the comfort of some other mother's nook.
There's no reason between the fight of selves
'Til at last there's nothing left but the flight of the beast
Unleashed.
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