Her Identity

Help me. Remind me why I’m here.                       -Death Poem, Kim Addonizio

Layers upon layers that would shy away a kimono

She wore identities that blend and mix when seen from afar

Eat away and kill from within, everything at stake if not for her lips

That dare not curl back down hiding away the tales her eyes told

A heart wrenching cry and fiery pain mirrored in the crystal ball

One wrong touch, One wrong word, One wrong hint and One wrong shrug

Everything would crumble, every identity exposed,

 No, that can’t happen

What if people come to know?

So, she pulled away the root cause

Now there’s nothing to fear, her eyes will remain shut, her ears deaf

Not seeing, not hearing, not feeling and not existing.

What did I do? What did I want to protect?

I could have had everything but now I have nothing.

I left behind pain and suffocation.

I wish I had given myself a chance.

Alas, she cannot even regret now,

Her thoughts ceased to exist not even leaving behind their shadow.