Equally Separated:

I spin the gold ring around my finger

Far braver than I should be

Once, twice, clockwise again

I wait to feel the dull pain

It starts slow and builds

Echoes inside me 

throbs to remind me of my sanity

The fog rolls in

Thick and thin; equally disconnected

Rights divided up like children of brutal divorces

Two Christmas’s each year

Times sixteen, the pain begins weigh

Pills crushed by her razor blade

Light but heavy; equally separated

Divided straight down the middle

A childhood wasted away,

Step-something’s to appease

Black sheep of the family

Left out, unable to fit in

They say, make sure to learn

How to play the game at a young age

For it doesn't much matter when you’re old

When asked why she continues

She says she's got nothing better to do

Which is true I suppose

But when it comes down to it

I think she's scared

Scared that no one will care

They'll keep playing

Her stepmother will cry but only for the photographs

Her father won't sleep, but he never has

They'll keep playing

She'll keep waiting

For one of them to quit

for it to be okay again

longing secretly for them not to be

always equally separated