Sun Choke Page #3

between you and the abyss,

is how much I love you'

You know what happens when

we run out of options.

You think this is the

end of anything?

You think it'll be

any different once I'm gone?

Who would you be without me?

- My god, what happened?

Are you okay?

Jesus, Ma-

Margo?

Do you remember me?

Can I take you home?

I can come inside,

if you don't want to be alone'

What is this?

What are you doing?

Margo, please...

- Why are you doing this?

I was just trying to help you.

Stop

- Margo, please.

- Good morning, little girl.

- Good morning.

- Please, I don't want it.

Please'

I need to go to the bathroom.

Will you just tell me what

I need to do to make this stop.

Please'

Just tell me what

I did and I'll fix it.

What are you gonna

do when people

find out about this?

Huh?

What are you gonna do?

Don't, please'

Please'

Please.

You can look at me, you know.

You could talk to me.

I think I understand

what you want.

And if it's going to

make things okay,

I want to give It to you.

But you have to look at me.

You have to come closer.

Closer

Closer

What?

I'm sorry'

I didn't mean to upset you.

F***ing say something to me'

- All right.

We're almost done.

Do you need the paper?

No.

I can do it.

- Good.

Lets begin.

In futurity...

- I prophecy'

- That the earth from...

- Sleep.

- Grade the sentence.

- Deep.

- Shall arise and...

- Seek.

- From her maker...

- Meek.

- And the desert wild...

- Become a garden mild.

- I'm going to give you a word.

And I'd like you to

repeat it back to me.

I read a poem

that reminded me of you.

Wadda goda grazes.

- Matchbook.

That's good.

- I read a poem

that reminded me of you.

Can you ask me the

name of the poem.

- Ask me the name.

You f***ing a**hole'

You motherfuh...

I f***ing hate this stupid,

motherfucking sh*t.

- Now stand.

Raise your right arm.

Now walk with me.

Put your right hand on the wall.

Hit the wall with your forehead.

- You are better at

throwing a javelin

discus and shotput.

I am the better swimmer.

You are better with people.

You are taller.

You are better making.

You are better making.

Our names are different.

Our faces are different'

I like to talk about

what it's like at the

bottom of the diff.

I like to talk about

to talk about what

it's like on the way down.

I was a breech birth.

I came out the wrong way.

My mother's cervix

wasn't dilated enough

for my head to pass through.

So I got stuck.

She wouldn't let me go.

Like she knew what would

happen when she did.

She died less than

an hour after I was born.

I killed her

I wonder sometimes

if I meant to.

Or would it...

How it would've

been if it was me.

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