A Mind Divided

By Abi Roe

The sounds of night are speaking no more.

Our tenuous fight lies dead on the floor.

Thought times are hard,

I try to see past all the shards

Of my life’s history.

Everything’s gone –

Messed up and twisted –

As night turns Dawn.

My memories shift.

I refuse to remember.

But I cannot forget the World saying “Kill her.”

And I’m not going to stop it.