Here is my body. Blame there, right where it feels most heavy. Destruction here, don't forget to smoke out the basic functions. Here comes the sound of a life falling apart. The initial explosion nowhere to be heard, but bones break anyways. There, behind the knees, the straining ribbons have been cut and left to tatter. This is the hardest part, pulling the drum out with promises, only to let it fall out on the tile and shatter. Here is my body. A collection of rubble, organized into sections of which bled more.