Take it.


Take it all.


All. And I mean all.


For it has served me nothing.


Nothing but the finest misery


The most succulent and savory malady


The most tender and tasty agony


Nothing. Nothing save for those.


Take the plate. Take the table


Take the walls and floor for all I care.


Take it all and never bring it before me again.


Do you hear me?


I shout. I scream. I wail. I cry. I speak


Take it


All of it


Please


…I don’t want it anymore.


I don’t want it ever again.