I heard what you said.
I took a break,
You took to bed.

I hear it still,
But I don’t know…
My skin is slipping.

My skin! It’s falling off!
Falling, falling, falling…
Failing. I’m failing. I’m falling.

My skins falls.
I’m now your invalid.
Now, I’ll take to bed.

But with my skin gone,
I cannot move,
I cannot feel or help you heal.
How do I heal?

What is flesh?
Am I pretty?
Blood and veins
and muscle…

See my teeth?
Aren’t they straight
and white and bright and
beautiful?

I feel beautiful.
I’m beautiful inside.

Did you hear what I said?
Lie down,
oh my, your head!

It’s overflowing with words and sounds!
Really, really. Lie down.
Take a break from all your sobbing
and let your body do what it will.

There are never constants,
except for the fact that…
there are never constants.

Sleep. Fall.
Fall asleep.
And when we wake,
wherever we’ll be,
I’ll take a moment to find
who I am.

But for now, let’s enjoy the blackness,
for the sake of our sanity…
What’s left of it anyway.