Chimera Quash

she collaged us
our lives
our souls
half each other
neither left whole

blended integrities
derigueur
only plural pronouns
were preserved

a slow motion crafter
always conniving
I hardly noticed
what she'd been devising

old habits were scrubbed
friends, cold shoulder shooed
my toys disappeared
I could no longer wear blue

her purpose?
unknown!
but ..." FRANKENSTEIN!!!"...
finally died
when I
REFUSED
to wear her clothes