POEM - Parasite

Parasite 

I think about her often. 

It's hard not to when you share memories, but it's gotten worse lately. 

Maybe it’s the way the weathers getting colder; 

Human bodies have always been fragile like that. 

The part of the brain that remembers things is supposed to be easily tampered with, 

But her’s is just so stubborn I can't seem to forget 

Her life before I took over. 

I know how she felt. 

It's helpful in a way, 

Makes pretending to be her easier. 

We still have completely different tastes, 

But everyone knows tastes change with age. 

I spend hours sobbing over things I never experienced. 

And sure, I know exactly what happened, 

Exactly how she felt, 

But I wasn't there. 

They're so vivid I feel as if they are mine. 

Like they were seen through my eyes, 

Heard through my ears 

And I guess in some way they were. 

I live in her body,  

Feel through her nerves, 

Think with her brain, 

Or is it mine? 

Have I lived in this body 

Long enough for the fragments  

Of her to leave? 

I guess not. 

I was born as her  

And I will die as her, 

But does that make me  

Her?