Jagged torn page from a book

Never to be whole again

Pressed it to my chest, in pain

As if to absorb the words

To change the narrative

If the writer only knew

How they affected me

If they only knew

How I defiled their work

I wear the shame

It was too late, it was not enough

I viciously wrote it all down

Every vowel, noun, consonant

Until I could no more

Then with the light of a match

Burned the book to oblivion

So that the words could feel

All of the pain they caused

Another story returned to nothing