You're alseep again. Safe, from her.

Seethe

Writhe

But if I do kill her, finally and forever, will I still possess those dark tricks that make safety pins mysteriously disappear from your coat. Will my hatred evaporate, unguided by that darkness, into nothing.

I like my tricks. They make me less alone, less human.

At the base of my spine is a secret:

I don't want her to go.