Peisinoe
By Sophia Flamoe

I think all I am is wasted potential  

made of you, your little paper doll girl 

I think all I want is the things you lost 

mother o mother 

yes, I am covered in you, I am lost in you, bring me the string, and 

                                                                                                           maybe I’ll find my way 

mother o mother 

you lost everything to me, I never ran the race 

what’s mine was yours, I never stole from you  

maybe I just never got caught 

 

Imitation girl, forged in ice 

Hand in hand what’s yours is mine 

No body of her own 

She only knows what is near 

All she is, was  

          from 

made          another 

           for 

Obsession* with what body 

(no body of her own) 

Encased in stone, forged in ice 

Body, my body 

Only seen when you want me to be 

But o body, o love 

I am not made for you 

Look away I still exist 

Cut the skin, I bleed; 

 ice does not consume my veins 

 

What am I if not yours? 

Little doll girl? 

Reach for the golden fruit that's ours 

Drink her nectar, orange in light, 

All the little gold girls 

 

*Obsession: idea or image that intrudes on the mind of a person against his will 

-hostile action of an evil spirit 

-like possession but without the spirit actually inhabiting the body