willing raze after the mirrorless makeup application in the woods and the lies captured by a documentary film crew, he sits beside her on the floor of an unfurnished room. she says something so steeped in plainspoken poetry that he forgets how to breathe for a fistful of seconds. "where did that come from?" he asks her. she doesn't know. he sings what's been said in two octaves, willing the words she's woven to sculpt a scar good enough to sear, knowing the hurt will heal before he's ready to see it go. 260416 what's it to you? who go blather from