Mind Poem by Katie Doty

I pump the poison,
Through her veins.
It calms the pain
But tears the brain.
The things I do
To the writer—
To feel new,
To stay a fighter—
Are terrible,
Yes this I know.
So unrepairable
She can’t let it go.
I tortured her,
I wrecked her mentally,
Her life became a blur,
But she lives fundamentally.

I needed a mind,
To go on with life.
To not be blind,
But to be defined.
Even though she’s small,
She won’t write happily.
I’ve took that all
And I’ve kept it for me.
But I feel good—
Though she screams and cries—
Stealing her childhood
Filled with blue skies.
Too bad now,
The mirror is shattered.
She escaped somehow,
Though left bloody and tattered.