Safe

Something so sweet.

Resides inside of me. 

I want you to know. But it will not escape me. 

It's a secret of mine. 

Something sublime. 

I can't let it go though. 

Though it escapes me and takes me and engulfs me in its sucrose. 

Please let me share it. Please let it free.

But no it's not safe out there. 

My secret. 

My secret. 

But what if I let it go. 

Will it be free? Will it be as sweet?

The fruit. The nectar. Ambrosia. The fiend.

It wants to leave but I must encage it for its longevity. 

When a covert datum wants to spread. When a minuscule flea wants to infect. 

Help me I can't let it be. It's inside. It is me. 

Sweet. Free. Me. 

I can't be. I can't see. 

It has taken over what use to be an entity. 

She, my secret, will never be safe when the other exists. 

The other who knows she. The she that resides in me. 

Protect it, I must.

What choice do I have? It's for her safety.

So She comes to me and takes her sharp cutting edge and slides it across my nape to my nipple? 

She is the other now.

The other is she. 

She lives for an eternity.