I've never since felt life as dry as it was inside

you. I've tasted plenty and it only made me gag. I

wanted more. Now I have it all, without you. If I

could have only left without that thought. I would

have left with him. And you a childless wreck. I would

have taken it upon myself to leave you strapped with

the burden of unclear thinking. That's what you do

best, you're always thinking and not acting

rationally. You just needed someone to love you. God

know I don't. I never did so disappear. You gave me

every reason to and still I didn't break your face in.

so where's my son and where's your scars? Do you still

limp from my fist fucking fetish? And my midnight

naked messages in your ears? So why didn't they come?

Why wasn't she born? I would have taken her right from

underneath you. She would call you mother, I would

call you host, and you would just call on every lie

you could to feel just and sane. Keep your word. How

little do I really understand? I knew enough not to

touch you there. I should have saved myself for the

last but still I broke in the beginning and broke your

hold in the end. And on you went barren and content.

And I the other direction experienced in nothing

special.