is, isn’t, was, have, hasn’t, has

i love it. i will tear myself to pieces for an infathomable thing

no. no, i didn't want this. i never asked for this. let me go.

i am baring my teeth. i am digging my claws in. i dare it: destroy me.

i am holding it. carefully, tenderly. poor, dear, dead thing.

i love it. i will shape it until we are one.

it's my friend. i will hold its hands and speak its words. i am here.

i am holding a rock. it's dripping blood. around me, the story shatters to bits.

does the author?

fuck the narrative. i'm not here for it.

oh, i was made for it. as a lamb for the slaughter, i've loved nothing so well.

i am holding a pen. will you give me paper, as well?

i love it. but this love is a splinter. this love is an untreated wooden bench.