there is no escape from this. push your fingers through a chain linked fence. feel the paint chip away into your mouth. i taste the bitterness of my life my love, i taste the disgust of the wrongs i’ve done. wasn’t the night once kind? rub your face against the rust, scrape your knee against the foundation. i am nothing more than this, than flesh broken open, than blood ripped out from within. i am weakness, i am pity. cut me into pieces, fit me through the knot holes of all that i am.