‘ I close my eyes and this image floats beside me, a sweaty toothed madman with a stare that pounds my brain.
His hands reach out and choke me and all the while he’s mumbling, mubling truth. Truth is like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold.
No matter how much you push it, shove it, stretch it, it’ll never be Enough
You kick at it, beat it – It’ll never cover any of us.
From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying, It’ll only cover your face as you wail and cry and scream for help!’