The Invisible Hurt

IN the morning my Invisible Hurt wakes next to me and follows me through the hall into a cave where I draw all the pretty things, I don't share. No one believes my invisible pet when we talk in the wee hours of the night. When it tells me to run to the ledge of freedom, it invites me for a dive but I can't go, my blood's too thick for such thin oxygen. When she, yeah i think it's a she, goes and comes back in a different shape I always recognize her but such is the life of a hermaphrodite.