Every vein and exhausted cell in my brain, ankles and lower back- my body bleeds out I hate you.
Like broken record players.

I scream: "I hate you" for making me look like the kind of monsters I would run away from.
I hate you
I hate you
I hate you
I hate you

I scream louder to punctuate a full stop.
Then my voice finally cracks, perhaps making empty escapes for oxygen to come into my burning lungs.

Broken everywhere and everything.
And behind me, the sunrise was the colour of bad blood.