Dear One

Dear One,

I am stripping you.

Ripping and peeling

the fibrous layers of false self

the layers you grew

and built over time

when you were very small

and learned that not everyone

can handle themselves

I am unraveling you

but it’s not you

it’s the you that you’ve clung to

grasped in the night

screaming and clutching

because you’ve had enough death

enough pain

enough sorrow

to fill the universe ten times over

Let me grasp this little edge

of fabric

spin around as I unwind the length of it

The deepest parts are always the hardest

to see

Sit in my dark womb and be nothing

be not mother

or sister

or daughter

or lover

or friend

be nothing. Breathe, my love.

Only breathe.

That is all that is required of you, ever.

Soon, you will be stripped of all

that is hiding you.

Let go and let me have it all now.