Mania for Breaking

The Last Star of Amastris

Mania for Breaking
With my mouth full of birds, and having taken just the tonic, I find the sky filled with my words; painted in distances hobbled and haunted. The way out is hidden from my view, and my hands are soiled with my birth. Spiralling backward, I’m drawn into where we all are dead and nothing hurts. This is your river but you’re drowning too. The way down is hidden from my view. The way out is given to me through you. I would be found pacified, if I gave in to the mania for breaking every part of you.

Written, performed, and recorded by Rain Fice, December 2018 to November 2019, in Bancroft, Ontario, Canada. © 2019 Packard Black Productions all rights reserved