Taker

Bitterly, savagely, deeply

battering ram anguish crushing neck

I think I remember memories that haven’t happened (yet?)

Self-fulfilling prophecy, I read and then think and internalise ruminate mull over massage, fingers denting skin until it becomes part of me, my falsified history

I am a consumer of pain I take what is not mine to feel and devour it, ravenous

I’m looking for an excuse to be broken

I know mine isn’t good enough