Refugees of Reason

She Keeps It Hidden Well

She can see herself, as a child, cut through an earthworm
That her father loosened from it's burial ground
Behind the old house where she grew up before she moved away.

She can see herself squatting, as toddlers are like to do,
With sharp rock grasped within her hand as if not belonging there
And two worms writhe where once there had been one.

She can see herself upon the gurney below the scalpel,
And the doctor's hands traverse toward her body, about
To slice across and cut in two where there should remain but one.

She can see that many watch unable to see her pain;
She keeps it hidden well. Others perceive her as a whole
Though there she lays and writhes alone where once was one.

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