I am a broken heart with legs.

Truly truly I am until you make these bones sing again.

Until you make my face shine again.

Who am I without you?

I am nothing. And these filthy rags testify to it.

All the trials I walked lead to the same place.

All my attempts to clean the blood off my hands only seem to dirty my wound.

 

If I am the catastrophe will you be the cure?