i am two and yet, one, my history splicing us together, we hobble
all my life, i have known her presence…different and yet, same
debates not quite conscious, vaguely aware of she who dwells within
this body, this mind, this spirit – a house divided
i am afraid, but not of myself, of my other
she who watches, who waits, who hides
i know she awaits my weakness
in its moment, she will spring
to what action, i do not know
companion through horror, through fear
she is also my power and my strength
wonder if she knows how much i love her