"skulls on my bedside table"

I line up skulls

on my bedside table

to remind myself of what I will become;

I am merely an object

that may never be inanimate

but infinitely come closer

as if the asymptote of the graph

is constantly being reached-

each part of me is an individual

and each part of me

is mine;

as mountains crumple

and my own body changes each day

as my cells replicate

soon I will have the comfort of knowing

that you never felt this me,

this version of the girl you thought you knew.