She felt it start beneath her skin,
A silent tear deep within.
Two mirrored forms emerge
The division…

Nala called, and flesh obeyed
Whatever she had is now decayed
Conscious of something infinite, she can’t bear
Conscious of what forced her to tear

Her forms recoil, then stretch apart,
A silent war within her heart.
For in that split, her soul is torn
The best of her by void is worn.

One self to stay, one self to go.
The part she dearly loved…