[Written: 2025-01-13]

You have put my in a body bag with your dismembering words more times than I can count. You box me into corners, break me down, box me up, and tell me to put myself back together again.

How long can we go on like this? Are you not running out of ways to dissect me? I have become undone so many times that even your blundering blunt words cut the threads of me being.

How do you keep it together? You must be enjoying it.