You know who I am.
That smiling, blonde woman with a laugh like a sea lion. That shadow of a poorly defined outline that flickers in the darkness like a flame. That presence in your life that was under-appreciated and overwhelmed by your toxicity until it ceased to be at all.
These are the fragments of my faces, the desperate and final pieces of missing time, the broken trust and betrayals, the tallying of un-reconcilable profit and loss…my blood is spilled all over these pages.