You closed your eyes and scrutinized the lids, and swallowed up your bitter words and insecurities and hid inside the living walls to weather out the storm, and carved the warnings in the flesh in a kind of cuneiform; too archaic and scrawled too hastily to read, or ascertain some meaning from the reedstroke or the bleed, save that the ligature flows one way and seems to pour down vertically before falling into disarray, and with the years the skin grew taut and hoar. You built a home out of the driftwood from the ship you ran ashore, and re-arranged the structure end-to-end to something you could more easily control and comprehend, because you need somebody to abuse and you got so lucky that you found someone who needs someone like you to use, and when finally the time comes to choose, and when finally you have nothing and nobody left to lose; I know exactly what it is you’ll do, because you need somebody to abuse.
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