If I started this off as I thought of starting this off, I'd be castrated, lynched.
A nail going through the thin skin of my –
...................................... they swing to the sway of wind, Newton.
...................................... Cradle me, baby. I'm sinking deep below. The roof of the water is frozen and I don't have a knife on me, even if I did. Would I just want to, no. No one stab me, no one do it. Cowboy gets to play with the sharpsharpsharp ones. Scary is that those don't hurt, they just slice and you won't notice the cut, you will stare at your wound, blood creeping out, red blood, the brain won't register the pain.

....... The first kiss she pushed toward me, I think she pushed. Nails deep inside, pull them down and open my back. Wings need mending, a little push. She won't necessarily be the one to push them out, I don't think. Pull her hair, my finger through the ring and pull them down, that's evil.

I was at the crossroads of floors, of steps, the microphone against the glass capturing the vibrations of her small steps, I wanted to go to China with her and she said yes, but I said no. Had to push my microphone against the fucking glass until it shattered and slit. I went to China alone, the blood red mapo tofu stained my heart, took the red rapid bus home.

Really have been trying to be nice.