Breakdowns

I hear that after she broke up with me she herself broke down. They say her main-spring unwound there in the London underground while waiting for the West Ham tube. Her knees ground to a halt, she just toppled over on that platform, an oily mess. Eventually she was partly repaired by several other erstwhile lovers, but her eyes had narrowed to knife points. I also was damaged, my mangled remains were displayed in a small gallery just off the Edgeware Rd one dedicated to performance art.