Eimear McBride

Hurt me. Until I am outside pain.

I am tired. Too full of stuff I've done. Where my legs hurt where my scalp hurts. I'll not fight the thing inside me anymore. Let it eat me up. Please God. I want it to.

Board my body up. I’m not for loving. Anymore.

You’ll give her name. In the stitches of her skin she’ll wear your say.

For all of that I wanted to be out of it. All of that. You wanted to be in.

Besides it’s as nothing to the death of a child. He doesn’t mind telling you his faith was sorely tried. There’s no grief like a parent’s.

Life makes itself with little heed for the appropriate.

Just dandelion leaves trod all down his path with this going away and the coming back. Some great ending it feels like. For now though, just go through his broke door.

Magnificent, somehow. To give in. Wreck yourself so completely. The beauty of it.