There are holes in the soles of my feet. Open, bleeding holes. Their edges are crusted with salt. Their silence says everything about the nature of my pain. I'm like a mermaid, cutting my tail in two just for a shot at somehow finding happiness. Feet destroyed from the hot glass I walk on to find you, hair clotted with blood and heavy with agony. My legs are long broken. They fall to the floor at all angles, shuddering screams tearing the earth apart around me like weak skin being ripped open by a thousand claws. Ocean waves drag my blood back with them, possessive and snide, waiting for me, wretched and pathetic, to die.