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Sometimes I feel like I'm an immortal fish being gutted by a perseverant cook. He keeps digging up my insides, groaning as they regenerate, scalpel shaking in rage that I refuse to die. One day he will tire of my twitching, move on to better fish, and all this suffering will end.

I gasp for water but there's none.

I want to give away everything that I am. I want to spew my guts and my skin and and my brains and all the magma inside me. I want to unhinge my jaw until it's unnaturally wide and swallow the entire world, as the little cyclone when a bathtub empties itself, so I want to swallow the world. I want to devour the universe inside like a cataclysmic worm hole, I want myself to burst out of every orifice of my surface like a geyser from the earth. I am a black hole. I am a volcano. I fully believe this is love.

"As as she laid there she thought that it was a beautiful sky, and really it seemed impossible that she would die on such a quiet evening."