Dirt

I dug up the roots of my discomfort with my naked hands because he stole my tools and thought
that would be enough to halt my growth
Stopped feeding me
Stopped watering me
Forced my heart into a drought
Hid me in the shade of other flowers
No longer scented of Lilies in the Valley
but of decomposed promises and burnt hallways
that lead to doors unopened and secrets of late night messages and recall mistresses
So with the dirt under my nails I scratched at the wall obstructing my view of the truth
...it's not me, it's you
I no longer sleep behind your partition, but instead walk on top of the barrier
Crown myself Sovereign Queen
A redundant title
Double reminder of my mastery