Like someone reading your diary
Touching your thoughts with a scalpel
Splitting them open and letting the innards glow freely
Beneath the blade.
Like someone knowing your darkest secrets
Most troubling defects
And personality problems, character flaws.
Like someone scraping out the inside of your head like a coconut
Amassing all these troubles, all these woes
And picking at your skull like a vulture.
Like someone who read your poetry.
Talking to my pillow. 