When it first happened to me,

the Gift,

I didn’t see it that way

No, not at all.

When it first happened to me,

I imagined killing all I loved with a knife.

When it first happened to me,

I knew. I knew. I knew.

If I moved my body

I would surely fullfill the prophecy of my mind

And so I froze my soul

And let my thoughts devour themselves

and my innocence.

When it first happened to me,

I became fear

My new life

No hope for relief

and I would not share it

because no one could understand

the bottomless depths of my fall

or my new existence

And I suffered.