In me there is a demon. Cut it out. Cut it out. I feel it moving in there. Contracting without my consent. I can surly remove it! Here- taking this scalpel and cut it from me. It can’t be part of me. 

I have the dizzying mixture of claustrophobia living with a cohabitant and the profound urge to replace my cohabitant with someone or thing that I know. Cut something out. Replace it. Hide it. I don’t care. Just let it not be what it is. I am lonely and attached to a perpetual stranger. Maybe I was supposed to be absorbed by A. in the womb or maybe I was supposed to absorb her. Instead of A. there is just a.. a collective internal consciousness, living inside of me.