roaches in the sink i m cooking something dead she s holding my mistakes up over my head i m simmering my meal with utter patience she s screaming out bleeding verbal mutilations a fed up serbian kills archduke ferdinand unhinging the wrath of millions time to drink myself into oblivion stagger down the hall open up the door ripped up photographs are scattered across the floor severed pieces of me pieces of my faulty personality i walk inside the room she s staring hard in rage with a stern moral expression my future s looking unpleasant i can t afford this psychotic trauma pain thing i can t afford it anymore i can t afford the overwhelming weirdness a murderous silence she stares down at her feet i take this as a cue that i m supposed to speak in words of heartfelt conviction and kneel before the priest for my act of contrition