i had always been one of meat forks and bludgeoned lips and badly healed scar tissue an internal rage expressed through a foul mouth and an affinity for mortal disaster that fell on my knees weeping for something to break this seal of thick skin while my thoughts snow balled into dark and wet masses of moss and mud and shit i had always been a pin point of the roar that hummed in my bones and crackled around the edges of my ears until i screamed until i coughed out my tongue and stamped it into the dirt lest it wiggle itself free and find someone to tell all this to lest it escape and make sense to someone other than me