This is where I get hurt.
This is where you crush me into fine powder and toss me into the wind without a second thought… maybe it’s the third or forth… is it more than that at this point? I’ve lost count.
This is where I stop breathing.
This is where my insides lose track of bone and muscle and blood… all mixing into a thick, dark liquid dripping out through any opening possible leaving me unable to stand on my own two feet.
I know where we are.
I know it so painfully well… And yet I stand here and wait for it.
I stand right here and wait for it.