A/N: Poetry? Me? Yeah, I don't know either. This is a product of not being able to sleep in the early hours of the morning and watching 358/2 Days cutscenes on my DS. Xion is such a fascinating character, but I barely ever see her in fanfiction. It gives plenty of wriggle room to explore, if nothing else!

Consider this an experiment. (This is also the product of reading too much Eliot.) The formatting was such a pain, let me tell you. I had to redo it all, because the document manager messed it all up. Concrit is nice, but be gentle: I haven't written a poem since... primary school. I'm a beginner.

my name is xion
(shee-on)

no. xiv, no. i

i for impossibility. there is no room for xiv in a group of xiii.

i don't have a title

xiii, the key of destiny

or a throne

viii, the flurry of dancing flames

or a grave.

it. broken. puppet. poppet.
(i wonder who the freeshooter sees in me;
he grins, and his eye flashes like a gunshot.)

if i have a gender, it would be female,

except
sometimes it's not.

my weapon is a keyblade,
but it's

not always there.

my friends are
roxasorairikuqaxerra

i'm sorry

i get confused sometimes

like i'm somebody else;

when people look at me, they see somebody other
like staring into a pool distorted by ripples
though not all see a reflection.
sometimes i believe

i am someone other

slip on their skin for a day, lose myself in memories,

i. an adventure across the sky
ii. darkness and betrayal
iii. always waiting
iv. always searching
v. a blank page
vi. shattered

drown in it.

there might be others like me, somewhere.

i was only the first
(or perhaps the second.)
i was imperfect. they know this

puppet girl, thrall to the will
of the king on his throne.
his knight,
his weapon

who will crush you if both of us remain.

i know this.
it's my time to leave.
find myself
through the surface of the water.

i will run until
light consumes me
skin and bone

so chase me:
chase me across the stars, across the sky, across the sea, across the earth.
if you look in all these places

i am there

finally

being
believing
belonging.

i know who i am.
who are you?