Shrink

I humour this notion, that she may be me
and I her ... and that one too
I lose my first thoughts; which is irritating
But I think that they may be more clear now
I have outgrown this building, with its closed windows
I push them open with my arms and legs, like Alice
... but I still can't move...
The Caterpillar reveals my inner workings with a fucked up glee
Yet I stare at him as if he were quite simply insane
Someone approaches the door, they can't get in
I brush them away, like a fly; The Caterpillar eats!
"How long are we going to do this?" I ask
"For as long as you will allow it, dear" he licks his non-lips
I pondered that, I have wondered before ... slowly
Not persona-bound ... just a different view
And I miss them when they are gone
So I'll make them all mine and keep my indignant stare
Shrink myself ... my limbs ... my heart
I don't want to be stuck here with him anymore
So I won't be

~Copyright Charlotte Sometimes (SRWB) 2008