Torn in Two captures the eerie split between crisis and composure: the moment a quieter, more efficient self steps in to survive what the rest of us cannot yet hold. When she leaves, the shadows return.
Torn In Two
I found it peculiar,
Watching your crimson release.
Someone flipped the switch—
It's disturbingly serene in here.
A mechanical override,
Settling into stoic silence.
Emerging, someone new.
She took care of you.
A stranger to me,
Asking nothing of you.
Efficient, she leaves,
As quick as she arrived.
Her departure
Returns me—to counting shadows.
-coco
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