Rorschachs and Russian Dolls

I opened your letter and saw "I'd rather we not speak"

I unfastened your request for the dissolution of us and out fell a soggy jewelry box 

I forced open the waterlogged box and inside was a rusty wedding ring

I cracked open the ring and found that you'd failed to remember your prescription

I uncapped your forgotten pill bottle and realized that I was the sick one

I unhinged my skull and inside I found you pole dancing

I drilled a hole in the pole and peeked inside to find you taking out my nipple piercings

I unscrewed the left barbell and found that I had once been a commodity

I tore open my torso and inside was a girl who believed I was God

I pulled back God's curtain and revealed that I’d been making up rules as I went along

I burned up the rules and in the ashes found that I needed you more than I could admit

I unwrapped my own neediness and inside was a history of tangled dishonesty

I unknotted those lies and at the center I found that I look for love amongst brambles

I weeded through the needles and thorns and there you were again dressed as a nun

I unzipped your dress and ripped off your habit and inside was a bitter white banshee 

I unrolled the holy ghost and found that I'd rather we not speak