She was probably intelligent; read fast and learned well.
She was stony around the edges, cold and silent when perturbed.
A problem in my life I never wanted to solve;
Fester the wound, reach for the salve.
Eat the edges, cut into flesh,
An energy source, and carnal and wild;
Oblivious and upbeat, beat down by the touch;
Touch never touch never touch never touch.
Always distant, never never.
Fortunately, cut away, you realized she was never truly a part of you.
Silent and weak, distant and afraid.
Hold onto the shame of your legacy,
Double down on insufferable abhorrent inclinations.
Shame shame, pass along the blame, shame shame.