The baker act

This hole in my head is complicating when it comes to retaining your name. I feel the thought dripping down my neck. I need the doctor. I need the medicine. The face of my friend is beginning to blur again. Dance with me with lack of identity my precious little girl. Hold on to the value of memory while your father's brain boils.

My body is a hollow vessel. My eyes are starving mouths to feed. What would it take to get a taste of the meat that hangs from the neck of every person I see? You in particular, I hang off every word until it drips out of my head again. I feel dementia kicking in. What did you say your name was?

Run from me before I know the difference. Tomorrow will you be my daughter, draped in a different dress. Your poison is the scent that saturates the air. Grab your clothes and head for the back door before the devil knows you were here.

It's been you all along, you conniving little slut. Where did you come from? I will write you down, I will carve you into my skin. I'll tell the guards not to let you in. The stain on my lip matches your cigarette.