Love, Abridged

All I had left was a man I told him I was sick and tired of life. and I laughed and laughed. and wondered what I was doing. I was starving to death. I’m wicked God, I’m bad. the absolute madness and The mad dream --- grabbing, forgive me. For- I’m . . . no no, you little half naked Savage Get away! Patience and skill had no voice it was crushed. he had sworn to forget her sweet . . . I was all alone It had never occured to me walking those last miles in the middle of a rush hour, taking, giving, sighing, dying I had no eyes Now it was too late.