The remainder of the rain veiled the shaky voltage of the wreckage. The impact was harsh yet credible. You tried to speak, but all the lies have decayed your teeth and you could only mumble. To those things I will never unhear or unsee, I am out of alignment. The smoke escaped you like a grotesque chimney, ready to burn the next marrow you discover. Take my remains and bury them with a reluctant smile and gratitude. I will forever lie with uncertain regret.