Yes. I want to hurt you.
Every spiteful word fills me with dread, never quite mean enough.
I want to slice you in pieces and dip each in salt.
Do you feel what I feel?
Do you lie awake at night, the pain eating every last crumb of your humanity?
No. Just sleep.
I have no value.
I tear you down, but nothing's there. An empty box where a present should be.
You'll be gone on a fine spring day.
Wistful
Blissful.
Good bye.
You'll tell everyone you're better off.
You will be.

I'm a sea mine.
You'll be in fragments.
Don't touch.
Don't speak.
Just glide by.
Take no notice.
Pretend I'm not there.
I'm depersonalizing here.
It's calm.
Accept or fight.