I didn’t kill anyone.
I set them all free.
I killed the right ones.
I knew which ones were right.
I let it all roll down my spine.
I let them fill up my glass.
No, you aren’t listening,
I let all of them go.
Even the Minotaur,
I sailed to Crete
I tried to replace myself—part by part—
I am no longer yours.
There is no story, no labors, no trials.
I know there is no way for this to exist.
One of us has to give.
