torrrential
I got a one-way ticket to the cheapest place possible. I went there, I don't even know where. I slept in the street, and when I woke up, I was covered in a blanket. There was a basket by my head, filled with food and love. I never went home.
Thrashing, hurting, I had to do it. I had to hurt her and I had to do it suddenly, when she wasn't expecting it. I slapped her. I pushed her. I bit her. She screamed. Scream louder. Nothing can make my pain any less. Only your pain. Only your death. Hurt more. Scream more. Cry out loud but I'll never stop hurting you.
Sticks all in a line, brown and skinny. THey roll down the hill in that row. Nobody looks, nobody listens. The sticks are there but nobody knows. The world for them is that view from that hill as they roll down to the bottom. What will they see when they hit the ground?