They say: Beware cohabitation. Humans metamorphose quickly, and wickedly, in shared, limited environments —like some fucking wilde beast they sprout fangs, bathing themselves in spit.
I (did) call bullshit. I (did) believe in ditto, that salient link between two people. You can evolve, it said. Join us, it said. Unstoppable, unwavering, you will become.
I looked at your marmalade hair framing your little face like a halo resplendent and knew it was my destiny I saw in your eyes when you smiled. (My destiny to diminish. My destiny to die.)