I rub my fingers back and fourth, brush the dust off of the books, try to wash the stained pots and pans, swing on a swing, it creeks as if its in pain, hopping off, find a rusty nail, through it into the sewer, then it makes a sharp pling, I try to scrub you off, you create a deathly smell, I throw the brush down, scream, and attempt again, I find an old chess, but I can't open it, the rust binds the lock together, I get a new key from the locksmith, its stuck inside the lock, its completely broken inside, a pile of rust in the corner, inside a dump, I feel like rust, I just can't come off.