I built her from the splinters,
of all the broken things inside me—
brittle, shaped in silence,
born in the space
between the scream and the swallow.

She was never meant to live,
only to protect.

Her voice was a lullaby of blades,
her eyes turning from anything soft.
but over time,
I buried her beneath layers
of laughter and light,
learning how to love gently,
without flinching.

Still—
I never forgot the sound
of her pacing beneath the floorboards.

Even now, I hear it—
a pressure rising,
a crack beginning to form.

I feel her iron teeth
pressed behind my smile.
I see her in the mirror,
just behind my eyes—
watching,
waiting,
wanting.

She is all the worst parts of me,
and yet I can’t help but wonder
if she ever felt lonely, too

Once,
She was honey-
Sweet without even trying
And warm, like the sun
Catching the light
Like it belonged to her
Now,
everything is darker-
And thick, like tar
Her reflection, a mosaic
Catching light in all the ways
Seen only through cracks
No one warns you of the day
You look into the mirror
And see an echo
Of a girl you loved
But didn’t protect

I knew that it was time
To make that final choice
The one you couldn’t make
So I had to be your voice

I held you as you crossed
That bridge up in the sky
To the place of no more pain
A place of no goodbyes

I hope that you knew
How deeply you were loved
You were than just a pet
Now you’re my angel up above

In the end,
We are nothing more than threads
Woven into space
Spun from the same dust
Born from the cosmos
So when the stars collide
Remember me in their constellations