Extraction

Fist curled, you reached inside me and
grabbed my soul with your pinkie finger.
So delicately you pulled it out--
(like the stuck tampon I once helped you find)
"A-ha!" you said,
believing you had found the proof
to the lies you had told yourself.
And there, on my soul,
the hieroglyphics of my past glistened
wet and sticky.
You were frustrated by the mystery and depth
of these symbols, incapable of comprehending.
Like a monkey before a monolith
you saw your own reflection
and believed it was me.