Yes there is chaos

Yes, my dear

There is chaos

Always, even when you fortget why or when

It was there for a reason

In that little bedroom

If this is a sad story, tell it to me tonight

I am stolen and burned in my bed

While I slept he crept to my side

With a match and undone trousers

And everything changed

Descending the stairs, the fire chasing me down

And there was I writhing along the belly of despair

Like a snake flicking and throwing itself in my teeth

Like the smell of betrayal and broken little body


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