Bargains

Well now I’ve really done it.
I could not squelch my constant placating, my nervous laugh, my shrill tone.
I could not squelch my hunger to be seen, to be known, to be recognized, to be right, to be good.
Now I’ve been erased.
I’m peering around every corner. I’m perpetually terrorized, hypervigilantly indignant.
I am an abomination.
I am a figment of someone’s imagination.
I am holding up a funhouse mirror ad infinitum.
I must now produce a pile of evidence for my existence.
It was red lettered across both palms along. Don’t feed the dark.