All I ever wanted was to destroy myself. …but instead, I ended up destroying you. I was a battleship and you were a duck, a swan, a water bird of some kind. With your arms around my shoulders, I felt the weight of all my words drowning us both. And even while gasping for air, you held tighter. I was a battleship and you were silk to a cigarette. With the start of one small smoldering hole, the entire cloth was devoured thread by thread.