Look here how it’s all too late now for amends. The gate to this garden is locked and I can’t climb the fence. I’m bleeding it’s bleeding I can’t do anything right. Hot air balloons pass quietly like sly ships in the night.

But no, they choose to drop something,
their arsenal their private battalion in air marching
They come for me and tie me to my mirror. All I can stare at is myself turning concrete in terror.

They explode into night teeth night beings night EVERYTHING resplendent in evil grace. I scream and scream unheard as they descend upon my face.