she lives with one stalker
she can't keep outside her door
it is the beast she has inside her
since she was a little girl
like a Bruce banner in which a hulk resides
always hungry even as she seeks to starve it
she can't be rid of it
a beast she measures in different size jeans
each to fit how much the beast
she has exposed each morning
when she rises from sleep
I never see it even if she thinks I do
perhaps it really doesn't exist
except as a creation and her brain
she looks in mirror like that fairy tale queen
who envies snow White
asking who is the fairest
when she really is the fairest
seeing only the flaws
this stalker stalking her daily weekly yearly
stirring up some aspect only she can see
a scarecrow she sees as plum
as the hulk that leaps out unexpectedly
which she seeks to kill off
with a stake to its heart
if never dies
yet sometimes she and it
come to an uncomfortable truce
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