A Lullaby

It slots in to the corner of my eye  
Edges ragged, water pooling  
It scratches it's way back in  
every jarring movement  
Whispering  
You know you missed me  
My way of seeing life  
Through a sceptic lens
 
You never wrote  
It says  
You tried  
And you tried  
But without my hand to guide your pen  
It hangs limp  
not even broken, just a pointless thing  
Like you without me  
It coos to me  
like a loving mother  
with a voice of honey  
Laced with cyanide  
 
You used to know me
She says  
Her outline seeping into my mind  
You used to be so proud  
Of everything you'd done  
You would sit and write  
When I stood beside you  
then I watched from the outside  
As you sat and stared
Wondering why the words
you took such comfort in  
slipped away from your grasping hands
Like smoke
 
I hear you think  
I heard the question in your furrowed brow  
The words that sometimes come to life inside your mind  
Am I only worth my pain?
 
She laughs  
Close enough to raise the smallest hairs  
and grips the scruff of my neck with an icy hand  
The words that your so proud of  
the ones you thought could kill me  
I'm the one who taught you how to write them