I don’t want to think at all.
I’m haunted by these images
I’ve created in my head.
Places I have never been to
and people I have never met. 
But it’s your past
and all the memories I’ve puzzled together.
Like a quick shot to the head
they fire inside my mind
before I have a chance for self defense.
But it’s hard when you’re fighting yourself.
Predator and prey, I’ll either die
or leave hungry.
Hungry for you
and time my claws can’t reach.

-May 2018