)a bit of rambling, just because I fucking can(

So, the day I was born was my first memory. The biological female who moaned in pleasure when I was created and the moan when this body was launched, not in the picture..

No memory of her or him. No memory of the doctor and nurse. The first memory of bundled cells ready for the moments. A seed. Planted. Watching.

Walls hiding a foul insulation.

Curtains block a hello from the Sun.

The next memory?

The second?

Ha!

You do not want to know.

And tonight, to savor a bloody mess.

ahhh..