If you give me Time and she wasn't asked for, I will tear apart her smooth vowels and get lost in the clicking sounds of her consonants until I'm so far gone that nobody will know if I will return.
If you give me Time and she's unwilling,
I'll excuse the disaster that I cause and I'll claim that she asked for it, begged for it even. I'll lay her soul out bare, completely vulnerable, and ready to be devoured.
You see, Time claims.
She ingests our feelings and actions,
and if I don't destroy her first,
she will eat me alive.
