Inhuman

I'm not human
after all you cut from me
the core and emphasis

of what I was made for.

You bent it backwards.

You broke the reed you beat me with.

I'm not whole anymore.

The gaps are wider than the seams.

Nothings comes together

from the pieces

and I can't cover anything.

I'm vanilla fluff to everyone,

most of all myself,

but you see me as power.

Why?

I've never been so anemic

ineffectual

a breath wasted

an inhalation so labored

it can have no reach but life support.

Why this life?

Damn it

show me why?