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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