Pinched in at the middle Her small frame smiled out But lost in suspicion I failed to grasp it Her word was an umbrella It had me on its point Her stroke was euthanasia It swept me up in its charity My helpers came I didn't recognise them They gathered about me I shrugged them all off Your sides are splitting As you fall to the floor I summarise my hatreds And leave I cloud over And feel with the edges of my hands The beige kernel The man-made husk Chafing all around me It funnels me out And sorely I'm let Reeling As I spit through the mists I know that you fall away You're watching me punish My body for its own issue I want you to look At my back as I walk I want you to know The crook of my knees I don't want to turn I don't want to face you Because I know if I turn Then I will turn on you And this was a haven And this was a lie The hangings were yellow And small in my life And I don't like to think this And I don't want to say And I'll wrap it in something And I'll send it away And it will be received By a poor, distant fool Who will wrap it all up With weak, weak lies