Fast, the air,
Slips between my fingers. I scream,
Pain and horror, my Me falls,
I become who Me is not, further,
From The Rebel, closer,
To The Dream.
Me is gone and She inhabits me.
"This is not right." I feel, as She lets him slide it off.
A stab, an expansion,
For what is to come closer, to push,
The Dream, She
The Rebel was The Dream, until
Me became She.
The Rebel fell beneath The Dream,
Me fell beneath She, into
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