The Nausea

everything uses cruelty to exist everything has claws barbs poison glass that falls breaks becomes a threat bodies that jump and turn to blood like the junkie from the 701 or miss rivotril from 904 so long not being what we are missing when life slipped little hurting when and if it hurt are you on vacation up there? does the manager remain absent? tell me if you also wait something that velvets the obtuse angles something that applies painless bandages that bring back the white clouds mattresses to stop voluntary falls something that keeps scissors cuts butchers away and the harsh noises and the slanting glances something that soothes human agony to have conscience and body mercilessly tied to each other