If I Were Her I'd Paint My Body Until All My Skin Was Gone.

My empire of dirt.

Even the dirt has fallen to pieces. There's really nothing left.

I woke up in New York City.

Oh, how I wish I could

Stay

How I wish I could

Be in that

Place

In any place

Away from here

Away from you and your

Poisonous control

These

Noxious fumes

Permeate every inch of my

Body, my

Soul [if such a fickle thing were to exist in the first place]

And every day I spend

Breathing

It

In

Drags me

Down

A little

Deeper

But I'm too far gone

Now

Too far away from that

Crystalline

Fresh air

I can't even

See it

Beneath this smog of

Deceit and

Control

I couldn't step out the front door. Bound and tied to a post, like a dog, like an animal whose only worth is to protect the young.

I am that dog. I have always been that dog. It is who I am.

But lord, how I don't want to be YOUR dog.