Turned abuser. Built a shrine. Burn your fevers. Said she just wanted to forget. Which one will bury me? Fiction ends the pestilence. Compromise conformity and let her know how much she hurt you when she through your heart into the sun. Prophets and lovers. Calming waters drown his apathy. Got to learn to feel. Forgot to wear a costume. I miss. What she took away when she took my heart. Peeling. Layers of gasoline and mint off of his swollen eyes. He has lost his vision. Always from the sides until the pillar crumbles. Always from inside until the walls--they start leaking. You are not royalty. You are disloyalty. Trampled and not breathing.