some_more raze "take off all your clothes," she says. i shed my second skin and lay it down at the bottom of the bed while she tells me what's going to happen. i'll try to say something. she'll take all my words away. and then i'll have nothing left. i run to the balcony of the apartment we share. "what are you doing?" she says. "i would rather die by my own hand than die by yours," i say. "well. looks like you've got a good clean landing spot down there." before i can end it all, she jabs a finger at my chest. my voice is gone. just like she said it would be. i ask a question. move my hands to make myself understood. "it'll come back in time," she says. ("how long?" my mouth mimes.) "a month." "a month? are you fucking kidding me?" turns out anger trips up her magic trick. she smiles and says, "i guess i'll have to touch you some more." 261002 what's it to you? who go blather from