In this red mud, the moon, a wreck, a shade and shadow, I'm dead. Smoke puffs violently and explodes through my skin, it rises and bursts like train-yard steam, a clumsy crowd gathers around me, fingers pointing and mocking me. My head shakes, bronze coins fall from my mouth, I have headaches, tongue out from my sin, I'm sick, I'm full of hate, a fissure opens and a flood of demons emerge, naked and chewing on me, snarling and hissing, my babies, things no one should see, this is me, this is what is in me, help me, please help me.