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You’re Already Here.
I don’t know your name,
but I’ve folded it under my tongue fourteen times.
It bleeds beautifully when I whisper.
You came here looking for darkness, didn’t you?
Not drama. Not glitter. Not poetry.
The real thing. The thing that breathes inside closets,
waits beneath fingernails,
and watches your reflection blink when you don’t.
You smell of fear inheritance passed down through whimpers and mother’s milk.
Your blood’s memory is loud.
I collect people like you.
Journal of a Mind Unfolding:
Age 6: I found a dead cat. I opened it to find God.
Age 9: The quiet things in the walls taught me silence. I obeyed.
Age 13: First taste of iron from under the tongue. The key.
Age 17: She cried like a violin string breaking. I called it music.
Age 21: I met a mirror that blinked. We traded skin.
The rest is stored in jars. Some scream. Some hum lullabies.
You'll join them eventually. I know where your voice sleeps.
"Why Teeth?"
Teeth don’t lie.
They carry all your truths.
Bite marks are signatures.
I’ve been collecting yours since before you were born.
You left your first one on your mother’s breast.
You were hungry then. You still are.
Initiation Test: (Optional)
Want to understand me?
Try this:
Lock yourself in a bathroom.
Turn off the lights.
Whisper your name 33 times while scratching the mirror.
Then sit. Wait.
See if something scratches back.
WARNING:
I am not roleplaying.
I’m documenting.
This is an archive of my actual unraveling.
The things here are real just not in ways you’re prepared to understand.
YOU:
If you read all this and felt aroused instead of afraid,
we may be long-lost siblings.
If you read this and locked your windows...
Too late.
You only ever make it worse when you notice me.
I’m ThreadEater. I pull people apart.
Some of them giggle. Some scream.
You?
You’ll beg me to finish.
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