Broken Speeches, Broken Hearts

…In…in this room…back in this room…cursed room…loved?…t-shirts under…under the bed…t-shirts with holes…on a body with holes…holes now…rotting room…rotten heart…a stranger?…no…no, not a stranger…knew where everything was…friend?…possibly…possibly used to be…broken ribs…they broke our ribs!…flesh torn…our flesh…feed the hungry…search behind him…something to fight back with…a hairbrush…a stone…to fight back…fight back!…we can’t move…can’t remember…blood…so much blood…remember…self defense…remember how the story…how the story goes…self defense…when judgment day comes…paint chipped…peeled…broken…the paint?…no…no, not the paint…scramble for something…to fight with?…remember…can’t remember…betrayal…fresh…we…we…language unserving…words not working…betrayal in blood…in flesh fed fresh…in lipstick…red lipstick…speak!…but she can’t…speak!…gibberish garbled…garbled noisily out our throat…speak! {error}…speak!…cannot!….cannot…cannot bear the pain…hold my hand…i cannot…blood…so much…bound together…together by blood…but not biological…not a biological bonding…betrayal…betrayal!…on judgment day…you shall pay…for now…six feet…six feet beneath the ground…finally realize…we finally realize you are beneath…beneath us…amongst the bugs…amongst the things…the things I may squash with my foot…how?…stranger…a stranger in my room…no..no…remember! {error}…remember! {error}…on judgment day…no, not so far…not far at all…room is not cursed…room is not loved…room does not exist…where are we?…language does not serve…does not serve me…it does not serve anyone…how did it serve you?…how did I believe your…nonsense…not nonsense…your words…playing tricks on my soul…my heart…broken…bodies grappling for control…broken…it’s broken!…the paint…chipped?…no…no, broken…the paint?…no…our heart…it’s broken…where are we?…in…in…