Anguish saturated my brow,
Neurons fire in rapid succession,
Unable to answer life’s greatest questions.
How can they have behaved in such a deplorable  way?
A math problem without a solution,
A maze without an exit.
A loop I lived stuck in.
Stabbing my stomach each time I repaired it. 
Stood in my way from a beautiful stage.
The flawless things I’d create in my dreams.
I couldn’t see then,
How I’d wipe away the tarnished face of their embrace.
And in the cutting of their tongues, I’d bury myself with a thousand cuts.
Pack them with yarrow until they could no longer bleed 
The stitches would be the most intricate stage I’d live in.