They're always so quick to judge

Half an hour later we got on. A smell of mud in the back of the throat. A smiling woman in front of me. And an eerie face on the other side. Sudden hint of soap on my tongue. The smiling woman wasn't really smiling. Her expression was stuck. Dirty hands, heavy hands. I only hurt with my hands.
Cramming my mouth with mud,

I'm preparing myself for the month of the cracked.