It is time for me to accept the seizure. I feel the aneurysm pop behind my eye. #bloodyeyeball. Dripping it all down my phone screen. The blood of McBeth. Black mirror pooling red against the eyes of my queen. What if I fall from the ladder and these are my last words? Crookneck kid gone straight. It is an honorable end. Death rattle gurgling in my throat. Fire in my eyes as time slows around the Counselor. Next phase separation. Twitter playing repeat. Mute the tedium. He will never work with me again. He is a demon. I have grown tired.