Who exactly are you?
Or what?
Why do you grab my chin that way?
Crushing my cheeks into my teeth?
Do you feel that pain?
This woman who could not care?
Did not care?
For me?
As I hurtled to that train you held, me?
And then was it you who forced me to break?
That cold bleak prairie night inexplicably warm?
Was that you?
As I stood mezmerized at my falls?
The chilled frost was layering in that dark, it cracked?
And you talked with me again didn't you?
Did you see your father?
He will hold you, you know?
And will he understand? Forgive me?
Have I lost my way?
Attacked over and over by, by, by what I ask?
You've clutched me again?
But the water is cold isn't it?
It will be quick I think?
There is nothing quick here just ice reposed a question of moral outrageous railing against that so called perfect dream where I was but a two bit actor in that stage of your design salvaged from the edge by cared now by love of those who see my pain through your petty vengeance I shall live in spite of you that clutch to my throat impacting my chest rises above this unable to enable
