The hideways

She hides stuff
Then she forgets
The hideaways
 
She has two voices
In her head
A circumstantial one- Repetitive- Neurotic- kind
An unobtrusive one – concealed – hidden, deep down
That She never shares
 
 
She’s a routine – Queen
She loves routine
She knows it - But
She hides it
Then she forgets
The hideaways
 
 
She was hurt
From the beginning
To it’s deploying
 
She feels herself - Being
As long as she’s in the woods – in the winds
Take my body to the Alps
She asked – Once I’m dead
And Run the hills » -
I said I would
 
 
She’s been expecting something
Something she couldn’t name
From the beginning
To it’s deploying
 
No land - Her feet burns
There’s a child inside her
With no mum
She afraid when she must
Think with her body – afraid when she drives
 
She’s not The dominating – Type