It is you.

I don’t like you
a lot
and the more I thought
I became overwhelmed
worried
thinking am I terrible?

It is you
I know it now
and if I don’t do this
all of existence as we know it
may crumble.

Sorry I know it is rude
to laugh in another persons face
it’s just I’m fucking with you
you are no more important than me
without you the universe
will stay stable or collapse
whichever it is destined to do
with or without you
and to perfect a craft
one must practice
and as I’ve stated
I don’t like you.

It’s not as if this is murder
I’m not stopping your heart
your lungs will still contain breath
and your lips
will release words
only these words will be better scripted
and less you.

Don’t worry
it’ll be painful
and the pain may never subside
for your brain will always struggle
trying to pull away from my thoughts
blocking out me
trying to get back to you
and I promise even in my death
this program will outlast
and unfortunately for you
I am particularly perfect
the best in my field
possibly the only currently.

Your body will live
and what you’ll become
will be something else
not quite living
not quite dead.
Porcelain was the old way
the best dolls are made of flesh
and the best doll makers
well they dabble in it all
taxidermy is an art.

What I do is much more
the first of my profession
all these moral ethics
as if what I do
crosses an ethical line.
Fine
I’ll take that.
Now lets stop
and replace you
with something better.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina