Freckles.

You can build the stone.

Rusty cogs.

Pack it with Earth and Dirt and Reddened Mud.

Make it strong, stronger still.

Make it mine. Make it fast.

Fast and faster still.

I’m losing consciousness. Unconscious with this.

Blind to the dark. Flowing inside. Pouring and heavy.

Push it in and strain yourself.

Struggle for breath.

You’re falling apart with this.

Bending to broken.

Out of time and suicide.

And Suicide.

And Suicide.

And Suicide.

And Suicide.

And Suicide.

And Suicide.

And Suicide.

And Suicide.

And Suicide.

And Suicide.

Fuck your Maudlin Heart.